Here Comes Death

Run that's the only thing going through my head right now, play his game until it's time to stop him, I'm being chased around the once dormant building by one of the newer patients who doesn't understand I am trying to help. It is pure mayhem, I run past the quiet rooms and into the activity room, he is chasing me calling my name, yet I haven' t told it to him. It sounds like he has something to say so I stop, just for a split second, just enough time to hear what he has to say. Though I wish I never did, he called out,

"Keres Konei! Keres Konei, death is coming because of you! It will take this whole town!"

I've had enough of this nonsense, so I stop and turn around my small physique not worrying him at all. But he should be worried, I pull out the silver syringe that holds a sleeping serum, I use my right hand to grab his forearm then my left to slam the needle into his triceps. Happiness, relief and enjoyment rushed through my body. Walking home after work I think to myself, yes, my name does mean deaths coming but could I really kill anybody. I mean, sure I do take pleasure in seeing the terror in people's eyes as they watch me do something horrific. It is getting dark as I enter my small apartment, I can sense that something is wrong, that something bad is going to happen.

I get into my small apartment and I feel as though I black out, I can see but I can't move my body, I can't control my body although I try to will it to. It is like a am stuck in a room, but the room is my brain. Miasma fill the air as I feel myself move towards the kitchen; I can see what I am doing but I can't control my body. Click. Click. Click. The sound of my foot-steps fill my head. I walk into my kitchen and into the knife draw. I pull out the biggest knife I have in my kitchen, the butcher's knife. I walk out of my apartment; it is dark and black and eerily quiet. It is a Wednesday night; my mother will be at the café with her friends. I know where my body is trying to go, it is going to kill her. "I don't want to, I don't want" I chant under my breathe to myself, that patient was right, I am going to bring death. I am going to bring death to the lady that made my childhood miserable, the lady that took my mother away from me when I was scared but also the lady who loved me as her own. The street is bare and an ominous feeling washes over my mind. I was going to kill her, I didn't want to, but my body did. All that I can hear is my heart beating in my ears, it is driving me crazy, my steps echo through the abandon street.

I am docile but my body reaches the town square, my heart racing, hands shaking. I near the café and my mother sees me and smiles, she then sees the knife in my hand and fear flashes in her eyes. My body stalks up behind the lady who ruined my life, I do not want to do this, I do not want to do this. I draw the knife up though I try to stop, there is only a slight hesitation, the seconds feeling like minutes, the blade glistening in the moonlight, fear flashes in my Mother's eyes as she screams. It makes me smile but I don't want to, it is like it is in slow motion, the knife slowly comes down, I try with all my might to stop it, but it strikes the lady I hate but also who I love in the back of her neck. She falls to the floor in a heap, her blood soaking the concrete beneath her, the odious smell of the blood filling my senses, Mother's anguished cries fill my ears, an unsettling feeling sets itself in the pit of my stomach as I realise the unfathomableness of what I've done, remorse fills my mind as and I fall to the floor next to my mother's best friend, the lady I despised but also the lady I called auntie.

"I'm sorry! It wasn't me; I didn't have control over my body!" I scream out, sobs racking my body. I can control of my body again, I try to run to my mother but I can't because someone slams me into a wall, I can see my mother, her lament face looks towards me and I see it is replaced with fear, I don't fight back, they put people like me in the asylum where I used to work, into the dreary room that they call the quiet rooms. I know my fate from here, I will rot away in one of those rooms till they deem me sane again. I will be in hell for life.