My psycho side

Torture

         I woke up to a white ceiling. Where the fuck am I? Mom? Mom? I call or at least I know I call her. She must be around here somewhere.

        I try to move but I feel a stinking pain in my head. Ow! That really hurts. I try to catch my head but I feel some pain in my arm.

      "Don't move. You will hurt yourself. Let me help you." A deep voice spoke and I looked to my left.

      There stood a man with a white coat. Fuck am in a hospital. Apparently, I didn't die. Am still alive. Am fucking alive.

     That bastard must've brought me here after that incident. That only means am in for something worse.

      The man helps me sit up and I notice a dragon tattoo on his neck. He's one of dad's men.

     Dad runs a drug and weaponry business along side the Sheldon company. We are the third wealthiest family in Singapore. The second are the Orlandos, whom dad has a partnership with. The first are the Millers, never met them and I really don't want to.

     All his men in the drug and weaponry business have a dragon tattoo on any part of their bodies. That's their sign, like dad says, their identity. My dad is the worst person I've ever come across.

     "Where's Sheldon?" I asked and the man looked surprised but not for long. Yeah, am never addressing him as my dad anymore but by his name. Larry Sheldon.

       "Boss is in the doctor's room. He will be here soon."

       So why the hell is he dressed in a doctor's coat when he's not one. I look at him and he picks what am saying.

     "This... was just for show." He cleared his throat and I just stared at him til he withdrew his eyes away first.

    I feel very different. It seems I woke up with a different personality or a different body. Nope, totally not a new body cause I feel the same pain I inflicted on myself a day before.

       "How long have I been here?"

       "A week." What? I was in here, on this bed for a fucking week? I thought I was only here for a few hours. My mom. I wonder what he did to her. Why is she not here with me? She's always around me.

     I get up and remove the IV attached to my arm and head for the door but before I can even take a step, that weird guy carries me back to the bed.

     "Let go of me now." He holds me in place and I look around for anything useful. There. I took the tray that was on the table and hit his head with it.

     He fell down and I got on top of him and kept hitting him until all I could see was blood. I killed him.

     I got up and reached for the door but again I was stopped by Sheldon. He opened the door and looked at me as if he would kill me that moment.

     I didn't feel scared. I had a weird feeling. It was the same feeling I had when he walked in my room and found me watching myself bleed to death.

      "Now where is my prince..." He didn't get to finish what he wanted to say cause he noticed his man on the floor with a completely disfigured face. One wouldn't be able to identify him.

       I really made some good damage.

     "You bitch." He spat and slapped me hard. Fucking hard I felt my whole head numb. I fell to the ground but got up and stood right in front of his face.

      "What now Sheldon? You surprised I managed to disfigure your man's pretty face huh?" I say and wipe the blood off the corner of my lip.

       "How dare you?" He slapped me again and I passed out.