5:30 am
At last, the phone rang; I didn’t know whether to feel delighted or frightened, everything was happening so fast, the officer finally spoke with a soft but sharp voice “Sir, I think its best if you come down to the hospitable” I couldn’t wait any longer “ tell me something, anything! You understand I need to know, is Annie all right!” I yelled aggressively. I began to tremble at the thought of begin violent, I wouldn’t hurt a fly, I have never once raised my voice, What is happening to me! These thoughts ran through my mind as the officer replied, “we’ve found Annie, but she is extremely distressed.” I dropped the phone, and headed straight for the door. It was dim outside, as I got into the car I felt an evil surrounding which troubled me quite a bit, but my mission was to go see Annie.
I arrived at the hospitable, running promptly to the emergency room. There, I found a bunch of doctors hovering over Annie’s body; they were studying her with their cruel eyes. I shoved and pushed to move forward to see my Annie, and there she was curled up, looking almost possessed. I was shattered and traumatized, I crouched beside her hugging her, wrapping my arms around her, but it wasn’t the same, she wasn’t the same. “Who did this to her? What happened?” I screamed at the doctors. One of the doctors began to say, “Um…uh…Annie was uh..uh raped” I was speechless, this wave of energy came over me and I jumped to my feet and started to run for the exit doors. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing. I felt revitalized, a completely new human being, I kept on running until I got to Jack Richardson house, Annie’s boyfriend, I knew it was him who harmed Annie and I just couldn’t let him get away with it. I smashed the front door, with still a lot of energy inside me, ran straight for the kitchen I knew exactly where the knives were kept, grabbed the sharpest one and took the most giant steps upstairs. Jack came out of his room half a sleep and topless, the knife went in and out of his body about 15 times, he slowly dropped to the ground and laid in his own pool of red blood. Unfortunately I had lost all control of my body, I felt unsatisfied and still boosting with energy. I could see someone’s shadow shaking, I knew it was Jack’s mum, she was the only other person that lived with him. I turned to face her as she started to yell, “don’t do this, this is not you”. I totally ignored what she had to say and kept advancing towards her, thinking of remarkable ways to need her precious little life. I finally decided to make it short and sweet and with one swing to the head, it was over. As her pumpkin head rolled slowly down the stairs I became to feel a little weak, the energy inside me vanished. I had no clue of what happened, next thing I knew I was in a strain jacket at the back of van.
I wasn’t quite myself that day, I wish could apologise for others. I was a noble man, a committed father, a respectful citizen but I guess we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch, and claw but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch. Sometimes we deliberately step into those traps, but other times they’re engraved into our souls, waiting to take over and damage our lives. Anything could trigger their break out; their dominance will overshadow our mind, that’s when we start to go mad! We all go a little mad sometimes! It’s awfully chilly, a breeze seems to be coming in from the outside world. They’ve placed me in a prison, an isolation ward, a dark disgusting, decaying, cold grave. I hate what I’ve become, I hate the illness, the other half, the raving maniac, inside me.
