Sweet Torture

Chapter 2

The irritated women was still there; She was still trying to get me to talk. Does she not get the hint?

I turned away from her but only for my eyes to land on an old radio. I quickly got up to turn it on, ignoring the nurses protests and complains.

She can die for all I care.

I was tuning the rusty radio for a decent station when a song I recognised came on.

Eminem.

Hailie's song.

Immediately I tensed up. I moved to change the station but I found myself frozen.

The memories that came with this song were overwhelming. Too haunting. Too exhausting.

But it was exactly what I wanted. Its what started the whole thing last year.

The song flowed out of the ageing speakers and I was instantly drawn to it.

"Sometimes I think I'm crazy. I'm crazy oh so crazy"

I couldn't help it. I really couldn't. I started singing along to my favourite song.

"Hannah! What are you doing? Get back here and turn that vile music off!" The nurse in white demanded.

I didn't take notice of her. She was just here to 'help' me get better. But I didn't need her help. I was fine. Completely and utterly fine.

Instead, I wondered off in my own world thinking of the time I had told Aria to listen to this song.

She had looked at me like I was in need of some mental help.

"Are you crazy?! Why would you like this song?" She had demanded, obviously not knowing how true her words were.

I had just shrugged. I didn't need to explain my reasons for the likes of her. she was going to say something, probably about how I shouldn't be listening to Eminem and more of Justin Bieber, but a beeping had interrupted us.

It was her phone.

An iPhone 4.

The phone I wanted but couldn't have.

Her phone.

"Oh its Adam again. He wants to take me out tonight." She had said smiling brightly.

I remember wanting to smack that smile right off her face.

"Oh he's so sweet and just the best! I'm so lucky to have such an awesome guy as a boyfriend" she carried on babbling but I tuned out.

I didn't want to know how happy her life was.

I hated to see her smile everyday.

I wanted that smile to be wiped off her face so much I would have killed for it.

But of course I took that as more then just a saying.

She had went home after a few minutes. But I really didn't care. I was already planning out ways to wipe her out.

Like the song said. Sometimes I do think I'm crazy.