The Killing Calm

Chapter 1

I don't know how it came to this, locked up in a white room. Ah, it all comes back now. The day was full of so many events that it's hard to say which one lead me to here, maybe I figured out a government secret. This morning started like any other morning. I woke up, made breakfast and coffee, brushed my teeth, took a shower, brushed my hair, and got dressed. The whole time I felt like I was forgetting something the whole time, but brushed it aside and started off for work. I heard something creak upstairs and started slowly going upstairs to inspect the sound and saw a flash of silver and felt a sensation of pain. I remember slowly getting up and running to my gun I kept in my drawer. The attacker was gone and I saw a figure dressed in black running down the street, I ran down the stairs to catch up this the man. As soon as I was in touching distance with the man, I stopped running abruptly and pulled out my gun and shot. I clearly remember the screams and wails of terror and distress and how they filled my heart with something like pride, I would like to defend on my behalf that I am not a psychopath of any sort to my belief. I came even now clearly hear the police sirens filling the air like the gunpowder did. The police pointed their guns at me screaming at me to put mine down, I thought this was procedure and did as I was told. The took the station to get my statement I thought, but I just remember the pinch of a needle and calming voices trying to lull me to sleep and it worked. That is how I end up here, a whited patted room and myself to keep company. But the one thing that bothers me is why did the police not care about my attack and why did they bring me here? I am perfectly sane and calm I told all of this calm, did I not? I am always calm, but then again, I did forget to take my pills today.