Vineyard Mental Asylum

Chapter 22

Strange. I haven't heard anything come from Violet, nor George in a week! I thought for a second as the door opened. "Rebecca, come on. Doctor Little needs you." George said with his stupid flashlight in my eyes, "Ok," I smiled and got up, "Let's go!" He took me to Doctor Little's office and let me inside. "Hello, rebecca." I cringed at the sound of his voice, "How are you?"

"Horrible, thanks to you." I snarled, "Ah, so you know I was the one that killed Carl?" I nodded, "Why? Just because he escaped-"

"Oh, I let him out."

"What?"

"Yep, I let him out to make it look like he escaped so I could kill him."

"Y-you monster! You piece of shit!"

"He was too much to handle, too insane." He stirred his tea, "And you're getting too hard to handle as well, I might as well just let you go out and kill people."

"If you let me go I will hide where you will never find me because you a moron." I growled, "Let's take this off." He unhooked my straight jacket and threw it off, "Now is that better?-" I jumped on him, grabbing his neck, "G...get...of...off..." I was choking him, KILLING him. "No. You piece of shit." I grabbed his pen and stabbed him in the forehead, multiple times until he stopped struggling, stopped breathing. I laughed. "Now you're dead!" I screamed, "It's all your fault!" I laughed some more before I heard the door open. "Rebecca?" It was George, he looked at me, not shocked, or scared, just with a blank expression. "Oh wow..." he paused, "I've seen worse." "What!? This doesn't phase you at all?!"

"Nope, but now Doctor Little's dead, which means that the asylum is gonna get shut down."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep." I looked at him confused, "I don't think you're insane, rebecca, just broken." He walked out, Is george some emotionless weirdo or something? I mean- not all the time- just some times. I mean I loved my dad he was the worst at times but, he understood me he knew how I felt. He helped me get through it. And I cried. Maybe I really was broken and that's why I killed my dad. I grabbed that stupid bloody pen -that used to belong to doctor little- and I thought about stabbing myself. But I dropped the pen, "No. I won't." I cried until I ran out of tears to cry.