Misconception

Misconception - Prt 3

Misconception - Prt 3

I'm afraid, yet no one has come to help me. This is like before, before when I lived with them. There was a woman, what was her name? Oh yes, Kelly. Whatever happened to Kelly? When I first met her she had this glint in her eye. Her emerald eyes that shone so beautifully would whisper secret messages to me. It made me happy, since I was the only one who heard them. Yet over the years that glint began to change, I didn't know how to describe it at the time. I remember there were others with me. Miniature versions of myself, they had the same dark hair, the same lop-sided grin. Both of them had Kelly's eyes, I wonder why.

Where are they now? Oh, now I remember something had made me angry. Why are these memories so fragmented? Kelly's clothes on the floor. A man in my bed, one I don't know. The man grabbing his pants as he ran out the door. Kelly looking at me, her lips moving. The word that stood foremost in my head, as her lips continued to move: betrayal. Her eyes... weren't the same, that indescribable look. I remember what that look was now. It was hatred; she looked at me with hatred and indifference. Then everything was red, crimson streaks running down the walls, the beds soaked with red. I held two orbs within my hands, they were soft and fragile, but what enticed me was that emerald colour, that beautiful emerald colour. Then a shrill cry behind me.

The miniature versions of me had seen it, their eyes....Kelly's eyes, stared in horror. I remember taking the soft, pale neck of one and tilting it until I heard a distinct crack. The other ran, but I caught it and drove a knife into the back of its head. Now my memory is beginning to fade, all I see is the bright red and blue lights that followed. But why did they come, I had done nothing wrong. But now I'm alone, I wonder what Kelly is doing now, and those two with my dark hair and grin. Are they alone as well, are they also being watched?

"Mr. Roland is making progress I heard." The first nurse said as she checked off something on a list. "Yes I heard he finally started mentioning his family again during his counseling session." Another nurse said peeking behind her large cart. "Maybe if he makes more progress he can finally be dismissed." "Yes, maybe the medication he's on is doing the trick". "Let's hope it is", the two nurses busily set off to work.