The Crooked Man

Couldn't Kill Even If I Wanted To

I looked in horror as the remaining parts of the mirror fell to pieces. I crawled over to the sharp edges and rubbed my back against it, cutting the straight jacket. It fell of my body, taking my black t-shirt along with it. I felt blood run down my bare back as I jumped up off the floor and ran out the door. I heard footsteps behind me and turned my head seeing the hospital guards hunting me. I sharply turned the corner as gunfire rang through the halls. "Shit." I said, slamming myself up against a wall, hoping they would run past me. Nope. I felt the cold hard metal against my temple. I turned to the right and put my hands above my head, a gun in my face, as the other guard stood behind him pointing at me as well. Henri. I read his name tag as he cocked his gun. I made a quick move and flipped the guy around as Henri fired his gun. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three bullets in his partners chest. I drooped the man and ran at Henri as he fired his gun once more. He missed and I grabbed his arm, twisting it in an unnatural position. I heard a snap and Henri dropped his gun to the floor and fell to his knees. I picked the gun up but did not intend on using it. I couldn't kill someone even if I wanted to. I hit Henri in the back of the head with it as he fell unconscious. I shook my head and ran away from the scene, hearing more footsteps.

I ran through the door of a patients room, he stared a me, so afraid I thought he'd die right there. "Shhhh..." I said, putting a finger to my lips. I ran into the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet as quickly as possible. I found a brown bottle of rubbing alcohol and dumped it down my back wincing and almost losing my balance over the pain. I found a first aid kit and wrapped what was remaining of the goz around my the mid-section of my back where the bleeding was heaviest. I put everything back in place and ran some water in the sink. I shut the medicine cabinet and splashed some water on my face. That's better. I thought as I looked up in the mirror and tousled my oak brown hair. Icy blue eyes staring back at me. I washed the blood from my face and looked back in the mirror.

"Ahh! God!" I shouted jumping back. I fell against the bathtub and gripped the shower curtain,until it fell on me. I struggled to get back up as I started into the mirror. My icy blue eyes replaced with blood dripping black sockets and wrinkled yellowing skin around them. My mouth, a crooked blood stained smile. I got up and out of the bathtub, hearing the room door open and shut again. I looked through the key hole to the bathroom and saw a nurse had walked in and was talking to the patient. He pointed to the bathroom. Shit. I thought as she walked toward the bathroom. I looked around frantically. Window! I saw the window and didn't think twice. I shoved the handgun in the back of my pants and opened the window. I crawled out and stood on the narrow ledge as I heard the bathroom door open. The nurse looked out the window as I shuffled away from it. She shook her head and muttered something inaudible to me as she shut the window. I took a deep breath and looked down. Two stories... I estimated. There's a park, grassy hill, trees, and a pretty far lake, not sure how deep. That was a long way to risk guesstimating, but I jumped anyway.