Confessions of a Serial Killer: Cynthia Young

Chapter Eighteen

The sirens were blaring right outside the building. I only had seconds left to make a move to ensure I would be the one to make it out of this scenario. Reginald's heavy breathing stopped, and I rushed over to him. His knife wound let out only a thinning stream of blood. I rationalized that if the wound still had blood coming out, he would be okay. He had to testify to my innocence.

I placed my palm onto Reginald's wound. I expected to feel pulsating, but I could hardly feel the wound at all. Dr. Mann watched, but he seemed disinterested. He was chewing on his candies like they were popcorn and we were the cheap entertainment.

Three officers busted into the room, and I looked to Reginald. His eyes were open and glossed over. His chest had stopped moving. I knew he was dead, but I couldn't believe it. I had no evidence of Dr. Mann's crimes. I had a book that implies that he wrote it, but a book about murder does not make a killer.

By saving Dr. Mann's life, I saved his freedom. I had underestimated Dr. Mann, but he would say I overestimated myself.

I heard the police officers screaming. I looked up to see that their weapons were drawn, but they weren't pointed at Dr. Mann. They were pointed at me.

The police were yelling at me to get up, but I could hardly discern what they were saying. I wanted to explain to them that I was helping Reginald, but my tonsils were glued together. I raised my hands, my right one covered in blood. One of the officers put their weapon down before reaching on their belt to grab their handcuffs.

The other officers seemed to be more relaxed. I shifted my body from one foot to the other, and I felt the weight of my keys in my pocket. The officer was starting to walk to me. I could feel Dr. Mann's presence behind me.

As fast as I possibly could move, I reached in my pocket to grab my keys. I grabbed my house key and stuck it between my fingers before I jumped toward Dr. Mann. The police were yelling, but the room around me was completely silent.

My arm was raised, and Dr. Mann's face was right under it. The look of dumbfounded shock on his face filled me with peace.

The sound of gunshot exploded through the silence. I didn't know if the key had made contact with Dr. Mann's neck before I fell on him. I could only hope that I would suffocate him to death.

Dr. Mann pushed me off. I had failed.

The world around my was starting to get fuzzy. I could focus only on the dulling pain of my gunshot wound. Soon enough, I couldn't focus at all. I was ready to fall asleep.

I wondered if the drugs were still in my system and if I would wake up with lost time. Maybe this was my lost time. I fall into a deep slumber, prepared to awaken without my memories.