We continued driving, we drove for days - not paying for petrol and stealing food and water. I'd committed so many crimes at this point, despite only being 18, that petty crimes like this weren't a worry anymore. They were easy; a walk in the park. Surfing through the dirty, filthy car out of interest, I fished out a pastie packet - empty - and it didn't look incredibly old. I examined the packaging, to stumble upon the list of ingredients in which it told us it contained chicken. Raw chicken.
"Alyssa?" I asked, and she turned around, "did you eat this pastie?"
"I don't remember. I don't thi-," as she spoke, she hurriedly wound the window down and threw up onto the road.
"Oh shit, maybe you did?" I panicked.
"Well, we don't know tha-," and she threw up again.
The sickness continued throughout the day, and decided we needed to get to a hospital. In the middle of nowhere, we scampered through the isolated streets in the hopes of finding a resident. Shortly after, we came across a row of houses. Surely someone knew where the nearest hospital was!
Finally we found someone that knew, and they directed us to a hospital.
Unaware of where we were, we entered a grubby town; tall buildings neglected by dirt towering the lifeless people skimming their feet across the concrete. The sky a dim shade of grey, it blended with the gloomy darkness spread across the village like a black and white painting. The deathly breeze smoke volumes, making us shiver as we got further into the blackness. Eventually we reached a large, cream-coloured building, the words "Blanktown Hospital" draped over the front. This was it.
Scared, we stopped the rickety car and proceeded to enter the hospital. Inside, were abandoned wheelchairs, mouldy walls and dirt-infested tables. The further inside we went, the more we shuddered. As we walked, a door creaked open and our heads abruptly turned to the left where our eyes were exposed to a dark door and a creepy shadow lingering behind it. Above the door, was a red flashing sign baring the words "Psychology Unit" (the light behind 'logy' in the sign broken). The door continued to creak, and a black figure displayed itself. Petrified, we dashed to the reception, scared of what else would happen.
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Psycho In The Bloodstream
FanficTEOTFW // James, depressed in his prison cell, wonders what might have happened if he was a psychopath and had actually killed Alyssa. Does he change his mind on the art of murder, or is he still repulsed by it?
