The crimson blood dripped from his hands, as he stared down at the lifeless body, next to his feet.
He felt relieved, as the blood pooled around him. Breathing slowly, he looked up, and glanced about the large room. The television was still running, but he could hear nothing.
As his head slowly turned, he saw his mother, and his sister in a far corner of the room. He could not hear his mother sobbing, but he could see that she was weeping hysterically.
He stared at her with scorn painted on his face. Her eyes were swollen, and her bottom lip was busted with dried blood at the corners of her mouth. Purple bruises decorated her body.
His baby sister was curled up in his mother's arms with a frighten look on her small face. The baby's left eye was swollen shut with a purple bruise. Her small frame also had bruises covering it. His mother clutched onto her for seemingly dear life.
He looked down again and caught sight of the large knife in his right hand. His heartbeat was slow and his breathing was now steady.
His small fingers tighten and loosen around the large black handle and the blade sparkled red under the bright light. He felt satisfied.
Slowly he sat down beside the now cold body and his jeans began to soak in blood.
He then looked up at his mother again and stared deeply into her grey eyes. Disgust boiled in his chest as he stared at the woman shaking in the corner.
A grin then slowly appeared on his sweaty, freckled face.
His mother returned the stare with wide eyes. With her chest rising and falling rapidly, her mouth hung open and the tears sprung freely from her eyes.
As if it were possible, she drew closer to the knocked over table she knelt beside.
He felt relaxed as he rested the knife in his lap and used both hands to swish the blood, back and forth, without looking away from his mother.
Large men with guns had busted in through the door and it caused him to break his gaze.
He felt the grin disappeared as the room went black.
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"And that's it for today, Joseph. Your sister is coming to see you today so..."
Joseph rolled his eyes and cut the doctor off with a dismissive wave, "she is not my sister. I barely know her."
The doctor gave a tight lipped smile as she packed her handbag, "yes she is and you may not know her but Blake does."
Joseph got up and walked towards the window of the small grey room.
For precautionary reasons, all the furniture were hard plastic; his bed frame, his table and chairs, his book shelf, and his night stands. They were clear, hard plastic that could not be easily pulled apart. This was part of the facility's anti-suicide program.
"Well, he can talk to her as he always does. I'm personally not interested." He stared out unto the trees and took a deep breath. "She doesn't even like me, Dr. Fields."
The doctor got up, and adjusted her shirt and fixed her bag on her arm. "She doesn't know you. You have to give her a chance to get to know you and you, her."
She walked over to the young man and he turned to face the tall doctor. She slightly rested her hand on his shoulder, "give her a chance, Joseph. I'll see you tomorrow."
