Blood Red Boy (Jeff the killer bxb)

Untitled Part 23

Hello again,

first of all I want to thank everyone who've read this story and I'm sorry for not updating it in years. 
The chapters that I just put out are old chapters that I've just republished. I was very young when I wrote this. My writing style and my way of thinking has changed a lot since I published this. Therefore it may be vastly different than from what you lot may remember. And luckily my English skills have improved greatly...

I plan to let the story come to an end since people are still actually reading it. Be aware that it may change a lot from the original piece and that all the characters are very much different now. I do hope you enjoy and I have a couple of new projects coming up (If I get the time to write them). The new ones will be Bioshock inspired (A lot so, since I'm very much addicted to that  game series now).

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I opened my eyes only to see bright white light that seems sunlike in it's heat. I try to shift my eyes away from the captivating brightness and once I manage to do so I am met with cold blue walls and steel equipment scattered around on top of different small surfaces placed throughout the room. I try to lift my head, but I can't seem to move much. The memories of what happened is blurry and I can't remember much besides seeing red. I hear someone talk from someplace in the room, but I can't quite understand what is being said. 

My eyes feel too heavy and they are now closing on their own, perhaps it's best that way. 

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My head feels heavy as I sit here waiting for a fool in a white coat, waiting for him to tell me that the only person that I've come to care for has passed away. I will lash out on him, I know it. If he ever utters the words "Oliver is dead" then I will skin him and possibly use his skin as a lampshade. I must be overthinking things again, he is not dead. Of course he is not, at least ... I don't think so. Everything is still confusing and - "I told you Jane, the boy is fine now." - "Fine!? Dr. Johnson with all due respect, the boy is not fine! I hate to question your methods and your judgement, but the boy needs help. Professional help that is." I look up to see the two doctors arguing whilst standing in the doorway. "Perhaps you are right Jane... A young man such as him, trying to take his own life. It does not sit right with me to know that the youngling even thought of such a thing."

 I shift in my seat, anxious to know if it is Oliver they are talking about. The doctors continue to argue back and forth, but one thing caught my interest. "Dr. Johnson, he seems to have recovered and awoke perhaps half an hour ago. He has been drifting in and out of consciousness ." "Is that so? Well we best see to him till tomorrow. I will see if there is any mental facilities that will take him in. Did he carry any Id with him?" The nurse shakes her head and the doctor then nods quietly. I stand up and walk over to the vending machine that is closer to them. "Then we will just have to make him a new one ... Change him up a bit perhaps." - "What do you suggest doctor?" He sighs and looks at her with a somber gaze "I know of a place we can send him, but it will take some preporations "