Mental Institution

Prolouge

That's all that's been on the news for the past 3 days. 'Jason McCann, 18, dies after bank explosion goes wrong. Not only killing him but others as well' this is going to take the world by storm. I mean, this is exactly like finding out titanic sunk in 1912, not that I was there to witness it but you know that story still gets told today. Also, this news is like the news the world received on September 11th 2001. The twin towers. But the news on Jason McCann has relieved the world. Not left it in a depressed shock. Jason McCann is feared all over the world, not just in America. Everywhere. Every state. Every city. Every town.

Now children will be allowed out after dark and the police won't have to be on edge twenty-four-seven."About time that blasted boy died. Causing fear for the last 6 years" my dad growls at the TV.It's true Jason McCann was a feared criminal at just the age of 12 along with his older brother Alex who must of been 16, now at the age of about 21/22.No one knows where the McCann's were hiding. No one really wanted to know.He was a good looking boy but really clever about his work.Everyone knew what he looked like, he never hid his face, in fact he was proud to show it off. Smirking at CCTV cameras in Walmart. Flipping off the cameras in the banks he'd robbed.I roll my eyes at my dads statement. I hardly ever see him, he's constantly sitting in his office working on things beyond my imagination. I never interrupt him in fear of being yelled at. He does that a lot. Yells, screams, shouts, throws things. Especially now that Jason's dead my dad seems to be relaxed and I know why. He shot my mother. When I was only eleven years old, give or take a few days. My mother was walking down the street, about to head into a few shops when she was shot, getting killed instantly, no one knows why she was shot. No one even cared. No one stopped to help to see if she still had a little bit of life left. They didn't care because they knew if they tried to help Jason would shoot them as well. It's shocking. No one helped a middle aged women because they feared a child at the age of 13. I missed my mommy loads. I always had a locket that my dad never knew about. Inside was a picture of my mum in her teens, to say she had changed was an understatement. She had brown dyed hair and was a lot slimmer. I found this locket in my little baby bag that contained a few of my things. I guess my mom forgot to give it to me. She didn't look overly different in that picture but didn't look exactly the same.Five years I've been without a mother and five years it's taken Jason McCann to finally get what he deserved. Death.I walk towards the front door before muttering a quick bye and leaving. I'm going for a walk. It's 10PM but who cares? There's nothing to fear anymore. Jason's gone, the world is at piece.I notice that, more people are out now. Not inside, with doors locked and curtains drawn. Instead there outside chatting with neighbours and having a few drinks. I breathe in the fresh cool air before walking towards the town. I've always wanted this, freedom. Go wherever I want, whenever I want.