Psycho

Death and truth

Trigger warning; Guns, gore, manipulating, panic, suicidal thoughts.

I grab his keys and leave my cell. The alarm goes off sooner this time.

I hear a shit ton of guard coming for me. I walk calmly till I'm surrounded. It's like I blinked and there they were there.

"Shoot me. Come on!" I try to provoke them into killing me.

If I can't have freedom I don't want life.

They don't shoot.

I hear someone walk up behind me and I turn quickly. It's the doctor.

"So, you really do remember, huh? I guess the jig's up. You figured it out." He sounds evil now. His voice is dark and emotionless.

"So kill me! You know it won't work again!" I yell. Trying to get someone to pull the trigger.

He laughs. It's a dark and scary laugh I never thought I'd hear, even from myself.

"It didn't work, yet." He states.

"Yet?" I feel myself wanting to strangle him.

"We'll just have to start over. Drug you till you're nothing and keep you locked up till you find out how to fix you."

"You mean control me?" I'm angry

"Exactly." The guards get closer to me.

"Put her in a straitjacket and give her a ball and chain to play with." He orders the guards, staring at my eyes.

I scream loudly and run towards him. The guards pull my back and I struggle like an animal.

I shoot the gun like crazy and end up shooting ten of them.

I grab another gun and shoot more and more.

The doctor watches. I laugh like a maniac and shoot, shoot, shoot. Till there's no one left but me and the doctor.

I'm covered in the guard's blood.

"What are you going to do? Shoot me? I'm the only one that can fix you." He walks towards me.

"Fix me?! You just want me numb!" I scream. The gun in my hand is shaking like crazy. My eyes are pitch black and my finger is on the trigger.

"Look how much you're hurting right now. Drop the gun. It's okay. I can help you." His voice turns calm again and I put the gun slightly down.

"Good. I can help you."

Those words give me flashback of when I first got here.

I was so scared and weak. I didn't want to hurt anyone. They promised to help me.

He gave me one pill everyday, but they were red, not white.

I took them and everyday my anger went up more and more.

They let me out in the world and that's when I started killing anyone who would talk to me like...like him.

"You made me like this. On purpose." I say,angry tears in my eyes. "Fuck you!" Before he could say anything I pull the trigger and he gets pushed back. He goes limp and his breathing stops.

I laugh and cry, feeling free.

I find and walk out the exit.

I smile with blood on my hands... they were right.