Live Spelled Backwards

Only in Her Head

I passed out for what it seemed to be a day or two. I was in a hospital bed, but still with the handcuffs. An orange jumpsuit covered my body, which was confusing because I thought I was in a hospital, not jail. I saw a police officer outside the hospital curtain,so I yelled to him. "I'm not supposed to be in the hospital sir!" He pulled back the curtain and smiled. "You're in the jail hospital. They found something wrong with your brain." I couldn't believe that for one second. I knew he was lying. I'm perfectly ok in the head.

Or so I thought. I jump on the officer and dug mmy teeth into his neck until I felt his bones crush. With the taste of blood in my mouth, I watched the officer's scared face frozen... and now crushed into the floor and I yanked his still-living head up by his hair and smashed his face into the floor. I stood back and admiired the freshley dead body. "Nice work Amira. You got me in jail AND a mental hospital." I spoke my thoughts aloud.

I skipped down the hall until I reached the exit. I was about to open the door to free myself from this hell, but that's when I got the feeling somebody was watching me. On instinct, I flung my leg back and kicked whatever... or whoever...was behind me. I turned around to see another officer, his gun ready clutching his shin and grimacing. He looked up at me with hatred in his eyes. I punched a few hard times in the head and ran for it, leaving him passed out on the hospital floor.

I ran as fast as I possibly could down the streets. I didn't know where I was, so I didn't know how to get home. I aimlessley wandered in between houses and through back yards and over fences until a reached a long alley. I was always scared of alleys but a strong part of my brain wanted me to go into it. So I took a few short steps into the alley, but then after feeling a little more secure, I ran to the other side and then back to the very middle. I leaned against the wall and sat down for a rest. And then I statred to think. 3 people who were innocent and I took their lives. What if those men had children? Why only men to I attack? And then it hit me. I knew what was wrong. I knew why I killed men. It was my anger towards Chris. The burning anger that causes the destruction in my head.

I let these thughts of revenge flow and started to cry as thoughts of my own pain began. I started bawling and in my confusion, I felt big and kind of muscular hands wrap around my thighs. My eyes shot open to find a man behind me wrapping a rope around my legs and I screamed as he tied a knot that I could never untie. He shoved a sock in my mouth and I flung my arms violenty at him and pounded my fists into his chest, but it had no affect. He eventually tied my arms along with my legs and I cried, trying to bear mysef for what lies ahead.

I watched him stick a needle into my arm and the look of his face began to change and his hands grew smaller and boney. His hair grew long and his body limp and boney just like his hands. And then the ropes turned into buckles. And the alley turned into a soft bed. And then the sock disapeared. I saw the man who kidnapped me. Only it wasn't a man. It was a boy. "Hunter?" He nodded and smiled. He bent down and kissed my forehead, but that's when I saw black invaved my eyes and pain filled my body.

A/N

Any ideas for the next chapter? I'm out. :{