Hit to the Head

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The waitress walked over to me. "Have you decided on whether you want to order?" I looked down at the menu. "Um... I'll just have cheese soup." She smiled, took my menu and walked away. But someone from the kitchen called her in. She looked at me before walking in.

"What's going on..."

Calm down, Alice. It's probably nothing.

A couple minutes later, I get my soup. "Thank you, it looks great." The waitress nervously smiled. "Enjoy." She quickly walked away.

"What was that all about?"

Don't worry. Just enjoy your food.

As I was eating my soup, a couple of police officers walked in. I dropped my spoon into my soup. "Oh crap. W-what do I do?!"

Stay calm. Don't freak out.

The officers walked into the kitchen with the two waitresses. I quickly drank my soup and walked back into the bathroom.

What are you doing?

"I can't go back there. I don't want to!" I started having another panic attack. There's no way I'm going back there. I've been through so much. I looked outside and the officers were gone.

See? It was nothing. You were just over reacting.

I walked back to my table, and noticed my backpack had been opened. I looked inside and my knife was gone. "Oh no." I turned around and the cops grabbed me and handcuffed me. As they walked me out of the door, I stomped on both of their feet as hard as I could. They let go of me and charged both if them. I knocked them out and turned to look at the waitress.

"You." She looked terrified. I somehow managed to break the cuffs open and ran towards the waitress. She screamed and ran away. As I ran by the kitchen, I got smacked with a frying pan. I fell down and felt dizzy.

You can't black out. Do you really want to end up back in that hospital?

I got on my hands and knees, but got another blow from the frying pan. Everything started to become dark.

No! Get up! Kill them!

Everything was spinning all around me. I felt like I was floating in space.

Fine, if you won't do anything, than I will.

I have no memory of what happened the rest of that night.

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