Rebel Yell

Chapter 61

Slowly I sat up, kicking my blanket off of me and throwing my legs over the edge of the hospital bed. Standing up straight, I winced as I stretched, the pain in my shoulder suddenly coming back, but just not as bad as I originally imagined it was going to be. I was going to need some sort of pain killer if I was going to do anything successfully today. I need to make my way to that pharmacy, first of all.

Quietly, I tip toed over to the door, peering my head out and cursing under my breathe as I saw the officer that Wallis had mentioned as well as Wallis still standing there talking and laughing with the officer. I bit my lip as I thought about what I could say to get out of their sights without them following me. Nothing I could say would ever get them to leave me alone considering she basically wants to put me in Witness Protection until I get sent home to Detroit. Sighing, I turned my back against the door and looked around the room, my eyes laying upon a medium sized window that was pulled up so that the spring air could come through the screen.

This was my escape, it was now or never. I could stay here and go home or I could go and get the fuckers who did this. Billy made one big mistake 36 hours when he shot Bria, Julia and I... he didn't kill me. However, he did kill the scared, weak and sympathetic Amber and I was reborn. I felt nothing inside besides hate. He should have killed me. Looks like my death sentence failed.

"For fuck sake..." I murmured as I scanned the hospital room, hoping to find the clothes I was wearing the night that I was shot. I closed my eyes as I sighed loudly and ran my fingers through my hair trying to figure out what I should do. The feel of stitches and shaved hair on the side of my head made me shake and quickly remove my hand from my hair. What the fuck?!

I slowly removed the backless gown that was draped on me, putting it on backwards so that my ass wasn't hanging out, tying the strings in the front the best I could. Quickly and quietly I pushed the window up as far as it could and lifted the screen out of place, quietly setting it on my bed before climbing out on to the roof top. Luckily for me I was only on the second floor and there was a steel ladder on the side of the building.

"Looks like this is meant to be...." I whispered to myself as I carefully turned around and placed my bare foot on the cold, slippery steel ladder.

My shoulder was now throbbing from climbing down the ladder and the drizzling rain turned into a heavy downpour. The rain was harsh making 9:30 am look like it was late evening. However, the cool rain was refreshing on my bruised, sore skin. I shivered a few times but I was too focused on getting home that I didn't really seem to notice how cold I was becoming on my walk back to my house. Luckily for me, I was placed in the hospital just 6 blocks away from my house. The strange looks and glares from people driving past me was almost hilarious... you guys never seen an escaped patient from a hospital walking in the rain in a hospital gown before?

I knew I had to hurry up and get dressed as my house was going to be the first place Detective Wallis was going to check once she realized I was gone. The whole walk home I debated whether or not I should go after Billy or not, even though I knew damn well I was going to. Transformed by grief, I eventually came to the gruesome conclusion that I couldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing he won this war. Cringing as I walked into my house, seeing the yellow police tape blocking off the living room where the body outlines were placed on the hardwood floor. There was no feeling in my body as I stared down at the floor where Julia, Bria and I laid, shot down in pools of blood, 36 hours ago. I became cold, mentally stronger as hate and rage took its course through my veins. If it wasn't clear before... it was clear now... they're going to fucking pay.

I curled my fists into balls and I shook uncontrollably, enraged as I stared down at the floor. I gritted my teeth as I carefully made my way up the stairs, glancing at the broken railing where Jamie and I went off and the large shot gun hole in the drywall from Baggy. I made my way to my room and stopped as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My long hair was drenched and straight down, the left side of my hair by my ear was shaved revealing a large gash in my head with blue stitches holding it together. I must have split my head open somehow when Jamie and I went through the broken railing and fell downstairs. I pulled my hair to the right, feeling like a hipster... feeling like Bria as she was infamous for shaving the sides of her hair and rocking a pony tail mohawk. Fuck I miss her...