Along Came a Murderer

White Light

I woke up in a white room. My body was in pain. Could I feel pain again? I turned my foot and hit it against something. I can feel pain again.

A nurse walked in. "How are you doing?" I looked around the room. "Are you talking to me...?" She laughed and nodded.

"Fine, I guess." She smiled.
"Good. I hope you're comfortable." She walked out of the room.

I had forgotten what pain felt like. My entire body hurt. I took a look around the room. My breathing began to pick up. I started having a panic attack. Images filled my mind, and I couldn't control myself. I leaned over and threw up. This was too much for me to handle.

A few minutes later, I finally calmed down. Things will never be the same for me ever again. A group of nurses walked in and cleaned the floor.

"How are you feeling?" The nurse leaned down and smiled. "Okay, I guess... What happened?"

"A janitor found you beaten, and unconscious in a cleaning closet. But don't worry. You're safe now."

I thought for a moment. There has to be more to this story. I looked back up at the nurse. "Who did this to me?" The nurse turned to look at the other nurses. She looked back at me, and sighed. "They don't know who did it, but if a janitor hadn't found you, you'd be... dead."

That word echoed through my head. I began to have another panic attack. "Am I okay? How long have I been here? Why can't this all be a dream?!?"

The nurse ran over to me, but something snapped inside of me. I grabbed the nurse. "Tell me this is just a dream!" The look on the nurse's face was pure terror. She quickly backed away, shaking.

She turned to the other nurses, and I heard faint whispers. They stopped whispering and looked at me, like I was a murderer. Oh, wait. I am a murderer.

My memory slowly started forming again. Everything was brought back to me. All of the stuff that had happened. I then filled myself with rage and anger. "Why didn't I just kill him?! I wouldn't be here if I just killed him!"

I was so angry, I clenched everything I could. It hurt like hell to clench my muscles, but I honestly didn't care.

I knew that once I'm healed, they're just going to send me back to the metal hospital, where I belong. They're not going to give me a chance to see my family or any of my close friends. I don't know what they're thinking. They probably know about the murders. I haven't gotten any calls from anyone. Maybe they think I'm dead.

A couple days later, I was all healed up. I was still in a bit of pain, but nothing serious. They took me down to the lobby and helped me out to the car.  The drive seemed like hours. I sat in the corner, looking out of the small windows.

"I'm getting my revenge. I'm killing that bastard. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for-" The doors swung open and I jumped out. They took me inside and I was back in my cell.