✖Patient Z✖

Chp. 1 Murderer's Tale

Patient Z's POV
I struggled to make eye contact with my victims. He stared at me in disappointment and fear. She stared in fear. My victims looked at me with fear,anger, and disappointment. All of my victims who I told my stories and allowed to live their lives without the bratty kid that's talking to you. Every single one of them called the police while I made a get-away.

But my last victim...she was my crush. Well...Ex-Crush. I had another victim that was my crush but we will get into that later. Couldn't bring my heart to kill her. She saw me everywhere on the news, and was terrified to see me on her bed, near the window of her bedroom. My cold eyes. My broken smile. My dull colored and bloody clothes from the victims that I DID kill. And my tears. She was scared of all those features. I crawled towards her and said with my regular low voice instead of my irregular high pitched voice, "Missed me J?"

She backed away. " U-uh..." She wasn't happy to see me. Like when we saw each other at Dollar Tree and I hugged her for dear life. She was manipulative and she joked about things, like loving me. She left me one day. I didn't know why. Then I realized she left a suicide note. I wasn't in there. She came back on April Fools, just to tell me that all the information I was spoon fed, was all apart of a joke. Her leaving was to make the joke. Her cuts were just a Google Image. The hospital thing was a joke. Sad right?

I looked at her and just cried. "Do you know what I've been through? I've been in hell and back! All because of you!" She just stared at me in fear. She may have been older but I was always able to tower over her. " I lost my old lives...And had to get a new one. But that life collapsed. Now I have respawned. And your not gonna get a second chance like me. " I held the knife up to her neck.

But she kicked me in the gut, which made me fall off of her and onto the floor. I lost grip of the knife and started to hold my chest. I managed to even cough up blood. Now your asking how? Well I'm very skinny. Some people might even think I have anorexia. But I do not. I lost weight as I grew. That made me weaker. Anyway, she grabbed the knife and tried to stab me. I was able to dodge.

I was about to grab the knife and jump out of the window, but I saw police cars and her mom. They were ready to gun me down. She ran downstairs as I cried out, "Wait! Don't go! Please..." I broke down as I ran after her. She ran through the door and I did too. I knew the cops were there, but I didn't care then and there. I jumped on top of her and hugged her. "Don't leave me,Don't go,Hate told me to do it,I'm sorry,Please don't leave,ImSorryImSorryImSorryImSorry." I was told to let her go. "NO! I CAN'T! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE HER TO YOU!" I shouted. "DO IT OR WE SHOOT!" They pointed their guns to me. I stared at them in fear and started screaming. "NO NO NO NO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME AND MOM! DON'T KILL MY UNCLE! TAKE EVERYTHING! WE'RE SORRY! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME! NOT AGAIN!"

I was having a mental breakdown and a flashback in one. The officers realised I was the kid who broke down during the night of my uncle's shooting. I backed away from her and them. I was on a wall. Reliving my fear. My nightmare. They told me to turn around in a calm way. They were still going to arrest me but they had slight sympathy for me because they knew about my problems. I turned around and did what they asked. They took me to the detention center And then court. I lost And was found guilty. But instead of putting me in jail, they put me in a mental hospital.

"And now I am here, Officer. Alone and stuck in a prison-like asylum." The officer got up. " This is no prison. It's a place to fix your mind." I chuckled. "Yeah right. You make it sound like there's a cure." The officer started to get pissed. "Kid, look. I don't want to deal with your bullshit. Now I have to go. Go to your room or whatever and stare at a wall." The officer left the room while I left to go to my white room.

Then I heard a person behind me.

"Welcome to the APMI!"

"P a i t e n t Z ."