Okay, I full heartidy understand this chapter is tiny. Yes I also realize that it's not exactly my best work, but give me some slack, I've been studying for finals all week. I didn't exactly have a lot of time to write. But I still hope you enjoy it and I promise to make it up to you with an extra long chapter next week with the begining of the main plot to start coming into view (You'll love it- I do!)

Thanks,

Robyn

I turned around from the window and closed my eyes. Breath in, breath out. Opening my eyes, I looked around with a clearer motive. I turned the bed over with a soft thud and kicked the leg. The kick only pulled the leg off half-way so I kicked it again, this time with a little more… passion. A forced breath escaped me when my foot collided with the leg and it hit the floor, skidding across the room. That definitely was louder than I expected. I raced to pick it up and whipped my head towards the door. It never opened, but that didn't stop my paranoia from spreading.

I needed to find a way out. If Dad was here, that meant I needed to not be. I leaped to the door and tried the handle. Locked. That was expected. I gritted my teeth and swung the leg at the small triangular window in the door. It splintered and I punched my hand through, reaching to the handle on the other side. I opened the door and stepped out with blood dripping down my hand, leaving a trail of droplets.

Someone screamed when I emerged, but I didn't pay any attention to them. I scanned the small, artificially lighted hallway until I saw an exit sign at the far end. I ran towards it, dashing around the remaining people left in the hallway. I was almost to the door, tensing to push it open, when someone grabbed me. I struggled for those first few seconds until I attempted to hit them with the leg. My arm wasn't even lifted before they smacked my makeshift weapon down the hall where I heard another scream and some shuffling.

"Cora stop." They said gruffly.

I angled myself around to see my Dad to be the one holding me.

" You hurt her Cora." Dr. Amy Williams stated. She was trying to get me understand what happened.

"I only hit her once." I breathed, more to myself than her.

We were in a small comforting room with one chair and a couch. It was a therapy room, that much I could tell. Dad and I were on each end of the couch, leaning on our own armrest.

"Do you remember what happened?" Dr. Williams pried.

I thought for a moment. I had only hit her once, I was sure of it. But when I thought about what had happened afterwards, I drew a blank. What if I had actually became the monster that haunted my dreams- that murdered my mom. Was I willing to kill her?

" No- I- I don't." I stuttered looking at the floor.

"You blacked out Cora, that much I suspected. Why don't you tell me what happened before you hit her then?"

I looked out the window and started to speak " She threatened me. Well she- she wanted to- I sort of made a friend that day. He didn't know who I was, so that was really cool. But she knew. She didn't like someone sympathizing for me."

"Is that is?" She asked a little disappointed.

I knew she knew it took more than that to send someone over the edge. But I wasn't willing to share the rest. Andrea was cruel, but a little teenage drama would not make any sane person go ape-man on someone else, but then again, they did admit me into a psych ward so they might just have believed it. She had never talked about my mother before, no one did. And I guess that was my tipping point. It was my responsibility to protect that memory. It was my mother, she had no place bringing her up. Although I did find the need to show Andrea she has no right to talk about my mother, a part of me realized that it was a little crazy to attack her.

"How bad was it?" I asked still staring at a small patch of grass outside the window. There were some children playing tag and constantly tumbling to the ground.

"How bad was what?" Dr. Williams asked.

I turned to look her in the eyes "Andrea. How bad did I hurt her?"

Dr. Williams stayed silent for a second before gently saying "She has two broken ribs, a broken nose, and a fractured arm."

I couldn't think. How could I do that to someone, even someone like Andrea? She definitely didn't know how to fight, yet I beat her.

I stood up briskly and walked towards the door.

"Cora get back here." I heard Dad say with a bit of a sigh.

Ignoring him, I continued to open the door and walk down the hall. Past the nurses and seemingly random things in the hallway. Like honestly, why is there beds just hanging around everywhere? I bet Dad was so smug hearing about me. I finally cracked; proved I couldn't make it. I didn't need him. If I was going to fail, I would do it on my own two feet and without the negativity of that asshole.