Your Kidney [Gay]

It was 5 in the morning, the sun was still rising, and I awoke to the sound of my mother screaming aggressively. Probably at my father. She drinks. Gets mad and then takes it out on us. My father does try to stop her, but that just makes it worse.

I’ve always asked dad if we could leave, but he stays. He thinks he can change her back to how she was. When I decide to get up, I head to the dresser and get a shirt out. I put on a white long-sleeved shirt and rush downstairs towards the screaming.

I stop at the bottom of the stairs when I see my mother on top of my dad with a knife in his chest. I freeze for a second and then dash towards her, tackling her off of him.

I put my hands around her neck and tighten them as hard as I can. She stabs me in the side of my stomach and I gasp in pain but don’t lose my grip. I sit like that for about seven minutes too scared to test if she would survive. I let go to get up and walk to my father.

I was sad but the fury overtook the sadness by far. I rummage through the drawers under the sink to find a few nails and a hammer. I then grabbed my mother’s legs and started dragging her out of the house and into the forest.

I walk for a few minutes into the woods but stop once I think I went far enough. I then nailed her to a tree, she hung with her arms above her head and blood dripping everywhere I had nailed her.

I wish she was alive so she could feel more pain... so I could torture her and make her feel bad for killing dad.

It was then that I remembered I was bleeding in my side. I had completely forgotten about that, I was too fixated on letting my rage out. I sat down leaning against the tree opposite to my mom, holding my wounded side as I wait to bleed out.

I start losing conscience as everything fades into black.

Time Skip

When I woke up, I saw that I was in a white room. White, metal plates nailed to the concrete walls, white marble tiles that filled the floor, a white iron door that looked like it wayed a ton, and a white mattress that lay upon a rusty metal frame, that being the only non-white thing in the room.

I looked down to see that I was wearing what looked like a hospital gown. I attempted to stand up from the mattress but failed as the pain from my side cursed at me to sit back down. I lay down and began wondering where I was and how I got there.

I was brought out of my train of thought when the door opened. I sat up snapped my head in the direction of the door to see a woman that looked in her mid-twenties walk in. She was holding a clipboard with paper clipped, and a pen tied to it.

“Hello there... Robin White, is it? 13 years old, 4 foot 7 inches. I am Sandra. You must be confused so, ask anything and I will answer to the best of my abilities.” She said with a smile. I sat there wondering how I could communicate with her.

I then thought of something. I pointed to my mouth, made sure she saw what I did, and then made an X with my arms. She stares for a moment and then seems to understand. “Ahh, so you can’t talk?” I nod at her question and wait for a reaction. “I’ll be right back.” She then walks out the door and closes it behind her.

She comes back a few minutes later holding a notebook and a pen. She hands it to me and smiles. “Write in this, kay?” I nod and start to think of what to ask her first. I then write ‘Where am I’ and show it to her.

She reads it and answers sadly, “You’re in Kingwood Asylum for the Insane, sweety.” My eyes widen in shock. I was caught... they know what I did...how did they find me? Was it the blood from my wound? Did I leave a trail? Did someone see me do that?

I start hyperventilating as I grab my arms, nails digging into my skin. Sandra tries to calm me down but it doesn’t work.

Was it her? Did she bring me here? I start to think like this before I pounced at her. I started choking her the same way I did to my mother, this time my nails dug into her skin making her neck bleed. After a few minutes, I let go. I looked at the woman’s lifeless corpse that lay under me.

I yank myself to the corner, hands on top of my head that rested in between my knees. I am now quivering in fear at the thought of being caught. How long would I have to stay here? There is a window that leads to the forest, but it looks quite small... and strong.

I run over to the window and attempt to break it with my fists. I try to break it for what feels like an hour, but it doesn’t even crack. I eventually give up and lay down on the mattress. After a while of thinking, the sun disappears, engulfing me in darkness as I fall asleep.