Welcome Back
“How are we today Mr Rothwell”
“I’m... fine”
“Don’t lie, this is for your benefit”
“No... I’m not”
“Have you tried to contact any of the survivors... survivor, Lara Richards? You kn-“
“No -don’t do this-you know I haven’t, she doesn’t want to see me!”
“It’s hard to rebuild friendship after a trauma, you’ve been through, but it is healthy for your recovery”
“Even if I wanted to see her, you won’t let me leave this shit hole of a place”
“I think we need to up your dosage of Anti-Depressants”.
Billy would listen to that session over and over again; he messed up his chances of leaving the Psychiatric Ward. He listened to that tape like prey listening to the harsh footsteps of their predator. The walls of his room were cold, just plain heavenly white, the ice pearl tiles shimmered from the only light source Billy had, and even that was his barred window at the top of his bed. He stopped a mass murder, and this is how he gets treated!
Twenty-Three pills a day, every day. Until he recovers.
He wakes up every morning to hear screams, and slips into slumber every night to hear cries echoing down the hall. It was a while until he knew the sounds were coming from him. Billy now secretes the pills, he will be free. One way or another.
Meanwhile life for Lara at Southgate was luxury. Everyone knew who she was and she knew that. Her look just got more sophisticated with a catwalk black eye shadow and six-inch black leather heels. She has also published a book on the horror she endured in her life. Lara turned her trauma into fame, interview after interview. She was running the world at sixteen. Life couldn’t be more perfect. As Lara’s high heels passed the repainted bright blue gates, her semi-friend Olivia came running to her.
Olivia wasn’t that popular like Lara, but she was loved. She helped anyway she could, even if that meant spending thirteen hours at a homeless shelter. Her outfit had a sense of business with a black skirt just above the knee and a cute white shirt with a black tie. Olivia became good friends with Billy, going to see him nearly every day after school. She was only friends with Lara because of Billy.
“Hey Lara” Olivia said in a happy tone.
“Ummm can you not I’m sending a text” Lara said while holding her phone.
“So, there is another search party for Harry, you coming?” She said calmly.
“Im just going to accept the fact that he is dead. So drop it Liv!” Lara said in a harsh voice.
Oliva bit her tongue, “That ungrateful bitch” She swallowed her feeling’s and walked to her next class. As she walked she tried to imagine Lara before the murder spree, she imagined she was lovely. Each step she regretted being friends with that stuck up women.
Lara walked alone to the Bathroom, as she entered she saw the dry blood stain of what was Chloe’s blood. They never found the body. Lara brushed it off and looked in the mirror. As she looked deeply in the mirror, she saw what had become of her. A selfish self-centred person. The reason Lara was like that is because she had to grow strong. She was done being the victim.
DING. That tone filled the empty room. Her shaky hand gripped her phone.
“A PILL A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY. IM BACK. THE BODY COUNT IS ABOUT TO GO THROUGH THE ROOF.”
Lara couldn’t comprehend what was happening, she just fell to the floor, unconscious.
At the asylum Billy was woken by an iron door slamming open. He jumped out of his skin. The only thing he saw was the flickering lights at the end of his room. “I’m going to escape” Billy didn’t think, just ran. When he got to the main lobby, the room was covered in thick red blood.
Dead bodies scattered across the floor like shattered glass.
Dead.
Death was all around him. Everyone in that Asylum was dead apart from him. On the bright white walls, a message in blood was left for Billy:
“Hey Killer, YOU MISSED ME?”
Each letter had a dripple of blood under it. Billy was breathless and tripped over a body.
Billy screamed. Billy screamed hard.
Harry’s eyes started to open. He was alive. He could see orange dirt beneath his feet, as he began to realise where he was, he panicked. When Harry tried to move he realised a cold metal contraption around his mouth. The inside of his mouth was bleeding. Harry could only taste the harsh metal and he his own metallic blood. He tried to scream but only blood leaked through the metal mask.
Directly in front of him was Chloe! She was hooked up to the same device. But she was still alive. When Chloe awoke she saw the same thing as Harry. She screamed and prayed for him, but only tears came out.
Then out of the dark corner of the room, a figure with a red mask and a coat that dropped down to its boot appeared. The Killer was back. From his back appeared a gun. Harry and Chloe’s heart was synced. Their heart stopped. The killer chucked it on the sandy floor and a ticking sound sprung upon their ears from the back of the metal contraption. 60 Seconds. Harry and Chloe both reached for the gun. 50 Seconds. Chloe managed to reach it. 40 Seconds. She pointed it at the Killer. 30 Seconds. She took it off safety. 20 Seconds. She pressed the trigger hard, but only the devastating sound of an empty magazine was heard. 10 Seconds. “Wrong Choice” The Killer said in a distorted voice.
0 Seconds.
In sync Harry and Chloe’s jaw was torn open. The only thing left of their face was a river of blood under it. The Killer just looked at the bodies. He just looked.
