His Own Image

Chapter Two

   As I walked along the sidewalk, closer to the forest's edge than I should be, I held onto my side. Not that it was injured or anything, but I believe that maniac had something to do with it. My side hurt, it didn't feel like it was bleeding but it was sore. He probably did something to me that I hadn't realized because of the chokehold and my panic.

   I trudged on, and I was going to need to go to a place where I never thought I'd go to. Mainly because Ryan had taken care of my wounds if I had gotten hurt any of the time.

   I... had to go to the hospital.

   I had to go to that wretched place because I needed to see if there was anything in my bloodstream, if the wound on my head was serious, or if there were any more than I could feel, but there wasn't. I didn't notice them if there was any, because I was in a state of panic. 

   A psychotic man had broken into my house, killed my father figure, and tried to kill me while threatening that I wouldn't be safe any time soon.

   Every person I passed, when they saw me, they went into a short state of shock that quickly turned into worry. They asked me if I needed help but I just told them to fuck off. I didn't need anyone to worry about me right now, I didn't need anyone to slow me down, because if they slowed me down, I knew I wouldn't make it to the hospital in time, and thank goodness the hospital was only a couple minutes away from the house because I couldn't go on any longer after that.

   Whenever I got to the parking lot, I could tell because I could smell exhaust-fumes and oil throughout the area, and whenever I passed behind a car, I could feel someones calm, cool mind pass by. But then they saw me, and they ran forward.

   "Oh my God! You need help, let's get you inside-"

   "No, leave me alone. I can get inside by myself. Where's the emergency room?" I threw back at them.

   They took a few moments before responding as I faced them. "But... You're blind. Anyone smart enough can see that." I realized this person was female and I cursed. The last female I had actually talked to had threatened to basically kill me. I didn't have a good relationship with anyone, and this was going a bit over the edge. I was never good with socializing.

   "No, I'm not," I said, using my ability to see through her eyes. "You'll stay beside me and look where I tell you to," I glared at her. My glare was strong, but the woman didn't look away. "But don't get in my way. Got it?"

   She stood there for a moment, looking at me, and I realized how bad I looked. My pink hoodie was stained with blood, the same as my jeans. The top of my head was basically split open and steadily bled, and my bangs were crusted with blood. My glasses had come off during the fight and were probably inside the house, so you could see my foggy eyes. That made me shiver. I looked like shit.

   She sighed heavily and went to gently grab my elbow to bring me along, but I stepped back. "Don't fucking touch me!" I gritted out. I started walking towards the hospital entrance, and the woman looked down at my feet as I dragged them along the concrete, struggling to lift them back up again. I didn't realize that.

   "Hey, look up and follow me! I can't see where I'm fucking going!" I yelled behind me, and the female looked up and jogged to me before settling at my slow, slow pace to the hospital entrance. 

   "How'd you get hurt? Did you get hit by a car? A car can do that kind of stuff if it isn't going too fast, but it can still cause a lot of damage-"

   "Don't say anything else. If you do, I swear, I will fucking kill you." I gritted out.

   "At least let me help you, you aren't going to make it by yourself." She said, looking at me.