Chapter 1: Escape.
I was sprinting as fast as my bony legs could go. Pat! Pat!!, Pat!!! The blare of rushing footsteps behind me. “Why can’t they freaking leave me alone” I grumble to myself as I quicken my pace. By hook and crook, I reach the parking lot, at least I had that going well for me, but to my worst luck I catch sight of the doctors gaining up on me As of then my luck turns around and I find a place to hide .
“God I am exhausted, I don’t think I have ever dashed through the asylum the way I did today” I thought to myself. Pant, Pant, Pant, I finally got the chance to catch my breath. When I stood properly, I noticed that everywhere was pitch-black. Where is the light switch? I find it and turn it on. Immediately, I turn it on I jump out of trepidation to see a stout looking man with a disgusting red-dyed Mohawk sleep-drooling on a rocking chair. It was then I realized that I was in a house, presumably his house. Why the fuck does he live close to an asylum? I peeked my head out the door only to see the stupid doctors desperately trying to figure out where I went to. “Damnit! I need a distraction fast!!“I say to myself as I scrutinized my surroundings. Wait a minute, am I in a kitchen? It came to my notice that the man was actually dozing in a kitchen? How the hell is that even possible? In the middle of the kitchen was a marble island, on top was a plate of half-eaten spaghetti and an untouched boiled egg. “Asylum food is shit, been long since when I have eaten proper food” I thought to myself deeply. I grabbed a handful of spaghetti and smashed into my mouth. Yummy, surprisingly sweet. At the side was an apple and a knife. I look at the knife and then at the man. A satisfactory grin spreads across my face as a brilliant idea for a distraction pops in my head.
Without thinking, as if am not myself something is controlling me, I carried the knife off the island and walked straight to the man and said “Please, don’t take this personal, I need a distraction and you just happened to be my first thought, but you can think of this as a little game though, I will start, TAG, YOU’RE IT”I then with extreme speed stabbed the man at his heart and ran out through the back door which led me to a garage apparently. Of course, I heard an agonizing scream, which hurt to hear knowing am the reason for the scream. According to my plan the doctors worriedly ran into the house, but unfortunately for them by the time they got there he had lost a lot of blood. I doubt he survived. “I killed somebody again! Why did I do that? What’s wrong with me?” I think to myself gloomily.
In the garage was a black motorcycle with a red flame design, hanging on the wall, was a change of clothes, to be exact: A hoodie and joggers with a sunglass. On the floor was varieties of shoes, though most were worn out. “How convenient” I say to myself cheerfully. As the old saying goes opportunity comes but once. I obviously used this to my advantage, changed into the clothes, picked a random shoe, wore it and last but definitely not the least I took the key off the hanger on the wall, hopped onto it, started it and drove off. “I have a feeling that things are gonna look up for me from now on” I thought to myself knowing I have just achieved my goal of 2 years.
