The Homicidal Patient

Chapter 2

"Mom what are you doing here?!"

"Excuse me, young man. Who do you think you're talking to?"

"I thought you were dead."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm your mother."

I didn't understand... I feel like I remembered her. I know I do. But, if she was my mom... I thought she was dead. My mom was dead and I thought she was the new nurse. Her lavished beautiful brown hair swept down just like my mothers. Her blue eyes shone the whole room. Her long legs, her arms. I swear to God it was her.

"Young man, I'm the new nurse. Good bye now." As she shut the door frankly hard and a little jittery.

I remember when she left, my counselor had set in and I was scared for dear life. I've never liked her, not ever. And it'll be kept that way.

I watched Ms. Pope my counselor walk in closely. Something seemed different. I'm not sure what it was, it could've been a misplaced spectacle on her skin. She just seemed to be missing something.

I questioned her thoughtfully thinking no self pity would be answered.

"Excuse me, Ms. Pope? Is there anything wrong?"

She just gave me a dirty look, and went off out of the room. No session today thank God. It gave me extra time to write my horrifying thoughts on a piece of paper that had cut me multiple times..

4:58am read my clock. It was almost 5am and I've gotten no sleep. I was still writing ever since the afternoon. About my mother and father. My father's death was very hard to handle. I was only 4. I even wanted to kill my own self to just meet him down in hell. Yes, hell. He was a bad man, but well spirited. Therefore I'd have to be bad myself to join him.

I wanted him in my life still. But his death messed up the relationship with my mother. It felt rather terrible than good from the thought. I wish I knew him longer than I did for just 4 years. I'm sure he would've been different seeing me grow up. I wouldn't have been put into this hell of a hospital. The forgery and the detail in this hospital was just plain white crap. It was so blank you felt that the walls would be really far away from you, or really close to you. It made me feel empty. So empty sometimes I forgot how to walk.

But, just in remembrance on how it feels to be outside, there's a little room in the hospital that has a tv that shows nothing. And a window that stares into a brick wall. Very fascinating. But for all I knew I had to get out of this place someday.