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"We'll try something different today Jason." Dr. Peacock said clutching his note pad.
I rolled my eyes.
"In the times you were, ah running amuck on the streets. Do you remember any traumatic events happening?"
"No?"
"Before you committed that... act. Do remember anything bothering you or-"
"Why all these questions!" I hissed at him.
"Well sometimes after a startling event, the human mind will... erase the memory of sorts."
"What?"
"It's a sort of defence mechanism for the brain."
The hell?
"What does it have to do with me?"
"Well I collected data from all our sessions and you say you don't remember much. My hypothesis is that your memory loss is what your sanity caused trying to protect you."
I'm even more crazy than I thought. What do I even say to this?
I felt angry. Angry at myself, at the world, at this nut job.
"What are you going to do about this!" I sneered not wanting to blame myself for everything that happened. "What am I going to do? You've kept me hostage here and the only thing I've learned is that I'm crazy which I already know and that I can't remember what happened that night, which I already fucking know! What are you going to fucking do about this if your going to help me huh?"
"Jason you have to understand-"
"Understand? Understand? You have to fucking understand! You're supposed to fucking help me and you're not doing shit! You took me away from my life! My family! And for this!"
I got up to leave but the guards blocked the door.
You'd think they would of learned from the last time...
"Jason."
I turned glaring at the 'doctor'.
"Your mind did this to protect you. We can figure out ways to bring the memories back, but before we do that we need to make sure your ready."
"Ready?"
"Once you find out the truth about the things you've done and experienced... Your mind will not block it out again. You will and will have to live with that for the rest of your life."
I felt all my anger fade.
He's right.
The guards grabbed my arms and lead me back to my cell.
Oh my god he's actually right for once.
I... Killed some guys and I don't even remember. What happens when I do?
Somewhere deep inside me I always hoped it was just a... misunderstanding?
I don't know.
I remembered the moment I suddenly came back to my senses after the murders.
All I could feel was the sticky warm blood on my hands, on my face. It smelt metallic.
In that moment all I did was laugh. Did I realize what I did? Why was I laughing?
I didn't even think about this before.
I was laughing. Did I enjoy it?
I don't know.
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"Jay."
I looked up from my untouched tray.
"Huh?"
"You look like you need some cheering up." Roy remarked.
I looked back down.
"Whatever."
"Look what I got." The redhead whispered.
It was a box. Of x-lax.
"Oh my fu-" He covered my mouth.
"No fucking way. Where did you get that?" I said quieter.
"Ehh, they had some in the nurses office long story, but the point is, we're gunna fuck with all these jerks."
"Go on."
"We have to get kitchen duty so we can sneak it into dinner. The only thing is how do we do that."
"Psh, Harper. Do you even know me? It's basically already done." I started feeling like myself again.
I punched him in the face.
The two of us fought making as much noise as possible luring the guards over.
Done.
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It was pretty easy to get the x-lax in the soup. We just dumped all the tablets in and they dissolved in a few seconds.
I stole some leftover food from lunch. (We'd probably get hungry and there's no way in hell I'm eating that shit.)
Fatty and his group of dicks won't even see it coming.
I have literally never seen someone so obese run that fast.
It wasn't even human.
Everyone was fighting over the stalls and I think a few toilets were clogged.
I was crying from laughter.
I needed this. I really did.
Roy knew too. I could see it on his face.
I'd probably thank him one day.
I was locked in my cell all night and most of the morning. They threw breakfast in.
I didn't care much anyways, I don't wanna hear all the pussys complain about their stomach problems.
Today is probably going to be boring but at least in not depressed.
Thank god ( or Roy) for that.
End of Chapter 7