August 19,1993
Connor watched the guard run after Michael and he just laughed at him. He looked at Lisa,
"That Michael is a real dumbass isn't he?"
"Y-yeah. I guess."
"Maybe he's chasing a magical fairy again."
"M-maybe."
Connor chuckled at his own joke and picked up his tray and walked towards the garbage. He dumped out the remaining food and went to the exit.
A different guard looked at Connor,
"Where do you think you're going?"
"My cell, uhm, I mean my room."
"Why is that?"
"I finished my food, Einstein."
"Don't talk to me like that you little psycho, I can make your life even worse."
"Highly doubt that."
"Hm. You're the one that murdered his family aren't yuh? Yuh said the 'voices' told yuh to do it."
"I didn't kill anyone."
"Yeah okay. You just wait back over by your seat. I don't trust liars. Who knows where you're really going."
Connor rolled his eyes and sat on the ground next to the door.
"Oh, you're going to throw a little temper tantrum are yuh?"
Connor didn't reply, he just looked out the barred window to his left.
"Dreamin' about gettin' out, huh?"
This guard didn't phase Connor that much. The guard had a shaved head and his face looked puckered all the time. He was a little overweight. Connor knew he could outrun him. The guard kept messing with him. Connor snapped,
"That's it!"
Connor hopped up and punched the guard as hard as he could in the face. His nose immediately started gushing blood and the sight of the blood triggered something in Connor. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Connor threw another punch at the guard and he flew backwards onto is has back. This caught the attention of others, guards at the other exit saw this. Connor kept punching the guard until he was dragged off of him by two guards.
Connor spat on the guard as he was pulled back.
"Coward! You couldn't even fight me back."
The guard held his face and his eyes widened looking at his blood covered hand.
Connor laughed as he was dragged away.
He was thrown into one of those concrete rooms with the disgusting bed.
He heard the door lock and he just sat cross-legged in the middle of the room. He looked at his hands, at the blood. He knew the blood wasn't his, and that made him even more excited. He continued to look at his hands.
30 minutes had to of passed by now.
Now Connor remembered. He did kill his family.
Now he remembers why.
Blood.
