Monster
It wasn't my fault. It's not like I was born this way. I wasn't designed to kill. I guess it was just a second nature. It's always the quiet ones the investigators say. They didn't want to hear me out. And oddly I was ok with that. I would rather spend my whole life in a mental institution than ever have to go through those terrible memories again. But who cares about what I want anyway. I'm a menace. Destructible. Ruthless. A cold hearted killer. I'm what others would call, a monster.
They roughly clank the handcuffs behind my back as they push me into the small car. My hands are chained behind my back along with my feet to each other. The car starts to gently glide along the paved road. I look out the window and see a bird sitting on a wire. It sees me and gently flaps it's wings and flies away. A tear rolls down my cheek. I wonder if I'll ever know what it feels like to be free again. More tears start to escape from my eyes dancing down my cheeks. "Don't cry, It shows the enemies your weakness," dad growled as my daydream was harshly interrupted with the husky voice of the police officer yelling at me to get out the car. It was mid- November and as the officer swung the door open, the cold wind attacked my body and sent shivers down my spine. There wasn't something right about this place. How it was so secluded from the outside world. I've read about these places.
Mental islams. For the criminally insane. For the most sickest minds and twisted spirits. I would've never dreamed of myself going to one. I wasn't sick in the head. Or disturbed. I was broken. Cracked. Shattered. I didn't want to do it, but the abuse was just too much to handle. And then one day, I cracked. I remember walking in from school, already knowing what was going to happen. What always happened. He forcefully grabbed me by the hair, causing me to let out a high yelp in pain. "Why didn't you tell me?" his sour breath drowned my nose allowing me to figure out that he had been drinking. Dad always drank." I didn't know," I nervously spit out as my eyes were begging for mercy. "Not tonight, please not tonight," they were saying. His black eyes attacked mine coating them with torture.
I decided I couldn't take anymore. It wasn't my fault that mom cheated on him. I didn't know. I was too young to even grasp the concept of cheating, let alone hide it from dad. But somehow he blamed me. He blamed me for everything. I was dealing with the hitting, the yelling, and the torture for way too long. I subtly reached back and grabbed the vase. My mom's favorite vase and hit him in the face with it knocking him unconscious. I wasn't always sure with my self. But I knew where this was going. Where always dreamt about it going. And I decided to take advantage of the situation. I took the bat that he always hit me with when I would cry and just as he was waking up, I swung the bat forcefully knocking his front teeth out along with a colossal squirt of blood. "You think your so tough, huh?" "You think you're a man?" I deadpanned. "Well men aren't supposed to take the punches, so get up and fight back!" I screamed. I hit him in the center of his stomach, causing him to cry out in pain. Blood stained the floor. "You like that?" "Huh?" You like that awful feeling of desperation?" "I've dealt with that all my life living with you!" "No wonder mom cheated on you!" "Please ClareBear don't do this I love you, I will stop, I promise," he whispered. "When have I heard those words before?" I exclaimed sarcastically. "You selfish, dirty, idiotic bastard!"
And with those words I swung the bat hitting him in the chest, feeling my eyes turn from bright blue orbs to black coal as the power took over my body. I was no longer the victim anymore. And it felt pretty damn good. I repeatedly hit him with metal bat, blood was splattering all over my face and hands, causing the bat to feel slippery on my fingers. I kept hitting him and hitting him, until I heard the police siren as the police officer who smelled like syrup and tobacco pry me off of his bloody carcass.
And that's how I ended up in walking into this unknown place. Haven Mental Islam. I walked in this place with two security guards on my arms. "Name," the grouchy nurse called out. Clare Edwards the two officers said in unison. "Right this way. " They stripped me into a white pajama set of pants and a button down shirt. They took my mom's ring and all of my belongings. They gave me some mysterious red liquid, and I automatically fell asleep. All I heard was the slight drowned out voice of one of the officers telling me to behave.
"Get up, It's time for dinner!" the same grouchy nurse yelled at me. She led me out into a large room where they were serving dinner. Everyone looked the same. Depressed and white. Everyone except this one boy who looked my age with striking green eyes and dark hair. I decided to sit next him. "Clare," I said nervously. "Eli," he said back, his eyes sending me into a daze. Just as I was about to put the pills in my mouth, he stopped me. "Take the pills they give you and spit them out when they aren't looking," he whispered. "Ok," I whispered sounding confused. " So, what are you in here for,?" he smirked.
