Twisted Madness

Chapter 4

Sadness, pain, death, negative thoughts and feelings ran around my head. I already knew that they were gone but someone else telling me it defines that it's real, not just part of my
imagination. I tried to hold back my sorrow but it escaped through the tears slithering down my face, I couldn't help it. It was too much to handle. The nurse pushed a few lonely strands of hair out of my eyes, as her lips curved into a welcoming smile, my mother used to do that, to comfort me, that was before she was murdered in cold blood. I glanced up, the mascara that had once coated her eyelashes was smudged underneath her eyes, probably from tears, and that just angered me. I didn't want sympathy. I was perfectly capable of dealing with this myself without anyone having any pity for me. I was still very weak not strong enough to move anytime soon even though I desperately wanted to get away from this place, but it didn't have usual hospital feel, it felt cold, unwelcoming opposite to how I expected it feel. My head still throbbed not as bad as earlier but still very painful, I guess I'm going to have to stay here for a little while longer. The nurse stood up, with a little difficulty, probably from old age I thought. As she did she revealed a name tag, only her first name was visible 'Margret', she looked like a Margret with her grey hair and thin lips     or maybe I just wanted to distract myself from what's happening. But for a moment I pictured her dead, blood spilling from her mouth and her eyes bloodshot, like my family. You would've thought I felt sad, lost because I'm a kind and caring person, I don't picture people dead or injured. But as soon as that thought entered my mind. I smiled, and happiness filled me once again.