Schizo

Chapter 1

“I could have just let that happen, but no, instead I decided to risk being seen to save your pathetic little life. You should thank me for helping you,” a bitter voice said.

Slow from the pain, I didn’t respond and this seemed to agitate the voice.

 “Honestly, I didn’t do this to help you. After eighteen years I finally get a taste of freedom and blood. I might have to come out more often.” The female voice’s words came out smooth like honey.

“Help me? Eieghtheen years? Come out?” I tested out the words on my mouth. Slowly I began to comprehend. “Come out? Come out! Come out of where?! Who are you? Where are you?!” My head began to spin as questions haunted my mind.

A melodic sinister laugh echoed through my mind. “You poor confused stupid girl. Let me ask you this: who are you?” she taunted. “Do you even remember?” she chuckled, “I do.” The voice sounded sweet and strangely seductive although the words were harsh.

I sat speechless in the pool of blood. Who am I?

“Ok, enough. Have you forgot you’re still sitting in a crime scene? Dumbass.”

Crime scene? “What did you do?” All my other questions were now irrelevant.

It was silent for a minute, she uttered out one word that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Run.”

I got up without hesitation and ran through the streets. I was covered in blood and I had no idea where to go. People saw me and looked horrified, but they didn’t stop me.

I ran into the forest and ignored the tree branches cutting my arms. Tired, I dropped beside a huge tree and relaxed physically; My brain was going into overdrive. Questions bothered me nonstop.

Who am I? What exactly happened? Who is she? Am I going insane?

“Yes, you are going insane right now, so calm down. I’ll you what happened if you promise not to go insane.”

“We don’t need that,” she added to lighten the air.