I committed murder…

I committed murder…

I committed murder…!

Paranoia swept my emotions clean and held their authority forcefully. Every time I passed a cop my heart skips many thumps almost to the point I felt like I would pass out at any second. George and Lia knew something was up with me as I became distant. It feels like a ten-mile road of stern walls with the roads cracking the mask of my devilish unleashed creature. I was trapped in a fire pit, my face heated up extraordinarily weird even though the average temperature was -89° and lower down the path. My nails were jagged and untidy, they also had deep teeth stains under the nails from biting aggressively. George wanted to close himself near me but I always pushed him away thinking he would be another victim of this monster that I had no control over.

The missing case of this female cop didn't remain unsolved for a long time. Two days after her death, officers remained on a stalemate of high alert as the problem became more critical. They began to wield weapons, specifically the female officers because they thought whoever this killer was, was singling out the female officers to have many moments to end all of their lives. Male officers also held weapons just in case. Students were given tasers, even I was given one, to keep ourselves secured and safe under these harsh circumstances. Female students were more afraid than the males and it was true after I saw Lia's genuine emotions of fear change her entire behaviour and purpose of bravery.

Justice wouldn't leave me alone, my previous mindset of justice was battling with my present mindset that was a vigilante and shifting into a monster. Every time I slept, I awoke with a nightmare of the woman's face shoved up onto my face as images of her family picture flashed across the void. Whatever I felt was a new experience, it wasn't the feeling of fear neither joy - it was much more a mix of vacancy and desire for more gruesome murders. But, escalating the issue, I wanted justice for myself and the victim of my murder. And desperately wanting it, I sprinted out of the tent in the middle of the night, brushing aside the storm that struggled to hold me back as I approached a light in the distance. Sprinting as fast as I possibly can under dangerous responsibilities, I reached the light and saw a figure of a police officer standing six feet tall and appeared chubby.

"Sir! I want to-!" My words cancelled on me as I abruptly paused in my sprint to press on my forehead that was suddenly having a massive headache. I felt myself float in the air, losing grip of gravity as my vision swirled into a smudged mess.

"Are you okay, kid?" A male's voice echoed past my ears, I lifted my heavy chin that felt like a train up to look at where the voice was coming from. It was the officer I was trying to explain myself to, I was so close to getting justice and saving the public from myself and I just stopped from the invasive dizziness that weakened my limbs into a limping state as I swayed back and forth, watching the world around me blink black and white, turning into a nauseous mess. Then, the lights went out and the last thing I heard was a splash.

"What's his situation?" A male doctor asked.

"He was running towards me before he blacked out." The male officer responded.

"Possibility of low sugar or being overwhelmed by the current weather. If it is both, I'm shocked he stretched it out for this long." The doctor said, heard over by beeping sounds in the background.

"Have any idea on what was the cause?"

"I've checked his sugar levels and they're absolutely fine. Maybe he was overwhelmed by the wind and went unconscious."

Voices were all I heard in this stubborn blackness. Darkness surrounded me and befriended me as I felt like the clock glitched and decompressed the time to give off a feel like I've been here for hours, or worse, days. It was the same familiar feeling of drifting down subtle oceans, watching myself drown in front of me because my body is too weak for me to even think of rescuing my well-being. I felt like moulded dough as my arms flapped silently along the trenches of bubbles after being abandoned by the user that got an awful taste of my texture and locked me away into a stinking bin just to rot with the other useless objects invented by humanity. It was like I was in a state of rebirth; warmth and cold weren't built up yet in my system and the only wires that worked were the broken ones of my damaged brain. Felt peaceful though, quiet and drama-free. No reality reached me faster than the boost of my belief that I was gradually shaping into a supernatural being.

As I was beginning to fall into an indestructible sleep. I saw light pierce through the barricades of this empty galaxy and snap me awake into the world I never belonged to. A smiling doctor stood over me as he shined something down my eyes to give me weird flashing images of these now and then blue blobs that didn't vanish after the doctor stepped away from me to give me time so I could adjust to the surroundings around me. Long enough, my eyes collected their light and quitted their painful itch to give me a decent view of where I sat. Five patients, all students, were resting on beds with awful wounds and traumas, some had their jaws dislocated, some had at least one of their limbs burst in half. Gruesome was all I thought but never felt my stomach turn while I scanned more of the area, seeing stains on leftover beds.

"Horrible stench." I signed with a calm expression. It was the first thing that came to mind other than what happened to me. I did sign that also, the doctor said I passed out when I tried to speak with one of the officers working overnight here. Oh, right, I forgot to mention this as well. When I tried exposing myself again, I was ever so close but my head started acting strangely and forced me to retract my exposure for another day to avoid another unconscious dawn. Things weren't going according to my way, it's going the way of another thing and it was bothering me and frightening me to an extent of why I can't expose myself.

I didn't feel free at all, I felt more jailed than usual.