"And the male had something covering his face?"
I stare up at the cop in irritation, "I already said yes! It was some kind of ski mask thing!"
The man scribbles something down on his note pad as he leans against the wall of the small emergency room. My foot has long since been taken care of but the cops still have many questions for me. Questions that they've already asked and that I've already answered.
"Can I just go home? Please?" I beg.
"Not yet. The house is still being combed for finger prints and evidence."
I roll my eyes and collapse deeper into my chair in defeat.
My phone vibrating on the small table by me brings my attention to it. I pick it up to see that my mother is calling.
I quickly grab my phone and answer.
"Mom!"
"Baby! I just got off of the phone with the police! How are you holding up? Oh baby! I'm so sorry! I'm getting off of work now, I'll be over in five!"
"I'm fine Mom. The nurse here said that I got a minor sprain, my foot is resting now." I eye the chair in front of me with a pillow perched on it and my foot in a brace on top.
"Oh baby!" her voice cracks, "I love you so much! I'll be over soon!"
"I love you too, Mom. Drive safe."
"I will."
I hang up the phone and set it back onto the table then go back to glaring at the cop.
It took longer than five minuets for Mom to get to the hospital but I don't see the point in pointing it out. She seems to be dealing with enough already.
Her kid was just diagnosed with psychosis then almost killed by a gun wielding physio all in less than three days after all.
Seeing that we weren't aloud home yet either, Mom and I went out for ice cream talked for a few hours.
When we finally got home it felt like a foreign place.
Glass still littered the living-room floor and dirty tracks made their way wound the house.
Mom sighs and makes her way upstairs, "If you need anything, Honey, yell. for me"
I nod without looking at her and after a few more seconds of looking around in disbelief, I follow her up to my own room and see that my bed is messier than normal.
Obvious indents where the killer sat stare at me in a mocking way but I don't do or say a thing about it besides limping my way to bed, set my crutches by my bed post then climb in.
Right as my eyes close I hear my phone vibrate.
01010111 01101000 01101111 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00111111: Who was hunting you?
I groan loudly, It's this ass!
Me: I don't know. Some guy in an orange hoodie with a face mask thing.
01010111 01101000 01101111 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00111111: I know who that is.
Of course he does. Leave it to a killer to know all of the other killers. I think while rolling my eyes and roll over then fall into a deep sleep.
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The Game of Sanity
Fanfiction"Perhaps I'll simply keep you as a pet, and see just how wonderful you look with a face filled with terror..." × A family. A friend. A life torn to pieces by an unfortunate stroke of luck. Roxanne Draxen doesn't expect much from life. She's happy to...
