"Hey, Patricia, I was just wandering-" I never got to finish my sentence. When I walked into the kitchen I saw Patricia crying with a knife in her hand. "OK, Patricia, put the knife down." I said calmly, even though on the inside I was terrified. "Why?" she asked, snappier than she meant to I'd like to think. "You're life is so precious, please don't throw it away with one swipe of a knife." I reasoned. "Well, it's probably going to take a few more than one..." she trailed off, trying to make it into a joke. "Don't you dare make out this is funny!" I screamed my voice cracking. At that moment everyone ran into the kitchen, seeing what all the noise was about. Once everyone saw Patricia with the knife, everyone gasped. Eddie stepped forward, trying to get the knife out of her hand.
"If you take another step forward, I'll do it!" she screeched, looking close to tears. Jerome snuck off, whispering to Eddie about getting an ambulance. Great, all we had to do now was keep Patricia busy until the ambulance got here. We heard her mumbling about being too scared to use a knife, and got out a bottle of pills from one of the cupboards, thinking that we had gone. She remembered we were there, and made a mad dash for it up the stairs, and locked her in the bathroom. "Someone get in there and help her!" screamed Joy. Fabian got a paperclip out of his pocket and unpicked the lock, then we all walked in. Joy then charged at her, and got the bottle out of her hands, so Patricia found a glass bottle, and started smashing it on her head.
As if on cue, some paramedics came in, grabbed her, and then injected her with some medication. She was driven off to the ambulance, and we followed. When we got there, we went straight to the receptionist and asked for Patricia. The lady directed us to her room, and there she was, lying in bed, asleep, looking as fragile as anything. After a while we left, after being told she would be absolutely fine but had to stay for a night. Eddie was allowed to stay with her for he night, but Vera had to stay with him. As I went to sleep that night, I couldn't help but feel very smug, thinking that if I hadn't found Patricia in the kitchen, she would be dead right now.
