The Homicidal Patient

Chapter 1:

It's been 5 years since I've ran away.

I'm a 20 year old mental hospital patient and all I think of is who killed my mother. They say thy was me, but there's no proof of her bloody head in my hands of the summer of 1962..

The brutality of what my mind is just homicidal.

I wish I knew my dad for more than 4 years. I wish I knew him well enough that he'd remember my name.

I remember him drinking every night without a single worry. Gun shots were firing. Him wounded, mom with tweezers. Having to have this repeat for 3 years since I was a baby. Then one day, he left for all I know. He was shot dead in my home. Blood everywhere. His dead face in my hands, tears everywhere.

My dad was gone in front of my own eyes.

Just being in this hospital is terrifying, yet quite comfortable for the in-elaborate walls and small ceilings in my room. But having to be chained up just for therapy sucks. Cause then I wouldn't be able to show how I really feel...anyways, they always make me talk about how I feel. and I hate it. It just shakes up my emotions and makes me vulgar enough to kick my psychiatrist in the neck till she dies. Her name is Pope. But, I have to call her Ms. Joanne because that's her last name, and it's "appropriate" for all I care.

One of the main things she's always asking about is how I ended up there. I've told her a trillion times, but she keeps asking. Just for more detail about it I guess...

But earlier last week a new patient had joined. I was told about his story of running away for the New York City area and he ended up here in Cincinnati. He lost his leg for being infected and had to cut it off. I gained much respect for him, but then he asked how I landed here in this damp hospital. I didn't know what to say at first, all what was going through my head was about my dad and mom. How I ran away like he did. All that came out was just plenty of terror.

"I don't know man, it's a long story," I blurted nervously.

"Nah man, it's alright. Much appreciation to you, stay strong," he exclaimed.

I felt a little comfortable knowing that I didn't have to say the whole story of the death of my parents, and the process of running away. I had a gut telling me if I did I was going to go crazy and just end up making a fool of myself and probably hit him for asking such a question. I didn't really so good about not telling him. But I guess it was the right thing to do. GOOD thing is I didn't go all homicidal talking to him.

I haven't talked to anybody from the outside for 3 years. Besides my aunt that left terrible raisin cookies, so I got her arrested yelling to the people in the hospital that she was trying to attack me sexually. I'm glad I did that.

Even though I wasn't really too psyched about the visitor,

I really hope he noticed my white eyes and grin...

*knock knock* on my door.

The knock grew harder and the door opened.

"Hello, I'm the new nurse. I'll be glad to hel-"

She noticed my red eyes and stopped.

I couldn't help but notice of how she looked... I felt like I knew her.. I couldn't control myself and I let it out..

"Mom?"