Psychotic (L.T)

Twenty-One

Laurent was up and awake before eleven o'clock hit. He had the most unreadable expression on his face and his thoughts were actually put together in the most sadistic way. He was only focused on one thing, getting his hands on him. He was already dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black tank top, and a black hoodie to top everything off. His shoes were laced tight and he cracked his knuckles, rotating his head to the left.

Alana fell asleep two hours ago, after they had finished a marathon of a few more Disney movies. Laurent was standing in the doorway of her room, watching as her chest rose and fell steadily. She was lying on her back and her right hand was tucked under her pillow, her head turning in the same direction. The sheets were bunched up at her hips, allowing him to see a patch of skin on her stomach. He smiled a little, but his smile slowly faded as he thought about what he was doing for her. He was getting her justice, and he didn't want to waste anymore time. He left her room and he walked through the living room, heading towards the door.

He opened it slowly and he threw his hoodie over his head before stepping out of the apartment, making sure the door was unlocked before shutting the door behind him. He felt weary about leaving the safety of her apartment. He knew that if he got caught, it'd be over for him and her. He had to be as careful as he could.

He made his way down the hallway of the apartment building, the entrance of it coming into his view. He'd almost forgot that she lived on the first floor. There was no one in the lobby or at the desk, much to his relief. He exited the building through the sliding doors, the crisp night air hitting him in the face. He breathed it in a little bit, being that he hadn't been outside in a while. It felt good. He thought about the directions that Alana gave him to the hospital, making sure he remembered which way he needed to go.

When you leave, take a left. Go straight up until you see a liquor store on the corner.

Laurent turned sharply to the left and he began to walk up, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He was kind of on edge as he walked, the feeling of someone watching him or following him becoming overbearing. There were barely any people walking around, and if there were, they were drunks or prostitutes. He didn't approve of the neighborhood Alana lived in. It seemed dangerous, especially at night, with all of these washed up people dragging themselves to the next man's house or the liquor store. It made his skin scrawl.

Take that right and keep going straight until you see an elementary school called Augusta Street Elementary.

Laurent waited for the light to turn red before he crossed the street, keeping his head down as he did. With all the lights emitting from the cars, he was sure someone would be able to recognize him in a split second. He walked past the building on the opposite corner and he kept going straight, looking out for an elementary school. He saw a few people heading towards him and he kept his head down as he walked past them, the sounds of their laughing and talking flowing past him.

Soon enough, the name Augusta Street Elementary was written across the back of a building, indicating that he was close.

From there, take another left and go up until you see a building that's labeled Henderson's Psych Ward.

He seemed to move faster knowing that he wasn't even a block away from Matthew. He took the left and he went up, his legs carrying him faster. It only took him a few more feet to walk before the hospital came into view. An evil smile appeared on his face and he headed towards the hospital with no hesitation. The closer he got, he could see someone leaning against the building, bringing a cigarette to his lips. He slowed down a little bit, squinting to make out a face on the person. He began to walk slower towards the hospital, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who it was.