It was all so different from what they had said
I wasn't feeling at ''peace'', or ''like I belonged'' OR...happy. Please! who were they kidding! Mercy Adams is never happy!
And what's with all the stupid questions? ''Mercy? If you were an animal, What do you think you would you be?'' god!! What did they expect? That, that question would bring my whole life into focus and Iwas just going to ''open up''? and show that deep down inside i was just a ''scared little girl'', yeah i think not.
I’d say I’m sorry to disappoint them but I’m not, I’ve spent 17 years not giving a shit, why start now?
So I busted out of that joint and I’m now on the run...no it’s not jail...they call it a hospital of sorts. But its really more of a loony bin, funny how out of all those typical movie escapes, the first place they look is not the bottom of the laundry shoot. Seems like common sense to me...hey why am I complaining?
I kept up my even jog through the woods my bare feet hitting the wet forest floor
the rare small smile gracing my chapped lips as freedom swept over me like heavy current, my black hair was my superman cape; dancing in the wind behind me, my nose running a little and the ugly white hospital gown was flapping against my legs
it was amazing, this undying sense of invincibility; I was bullet proof and wild, nothing could stop me now. I spoke too soon, that is. nothing except a large, flesh shredding, wolf that was currently tearing apart a deer
I skidded to a stop, tumbling back on my butt after a second, which caused the bushes to scrap against my arm noisily
Its black head (which was speckled with both grey and dark brown) snapped in my direction, leaving these pretty grey eyes to do the finding before a loud snarl erupted from its mouth, fresh blood slipped from the dagger like teeth that were snapping at me while its wrinkled snout twitched rather menacing
And I was frozen solid, couldn't move an inch to save my life...funny really
Once it realized I wasn't going to move anytime soon; it growled lowly, seemingly mad that I didn't have better self preservation skills, though apparently not quite enough to keep up that murderous expression
He (I guessed, I wasn't looking or anything, it just didn't seem like a she) took a step forward and shifted his shoulders looking at me with some weird wolfy expression, his nose still twitching
I blinked a few times then regarded him in an irritated way before standing and distancing myself.
There was yelling and barking in the distance. Police dogs would be my guess, and he shot an accusing look my way as if knowing it was my fault that his dinner was cut short
I scoffed, still wary that only twenty feet stood between me and him, a distance I'm sure he could clear in seconds if he really wanted to rip my throat out...and he seemed like the type, but who am I to judge
But instead, after what looked like some serious debating on his part, he ran off, disappearing into the trees to the left
I watched for a second, and proceeded to the right going a bit faster than my original pace took me.
I managed to push low branches out of my way...still ignoring the stinging that was coming from my right arm...after all I know it would be accompanied with the sight of my blood...and that's where I have my problem...
when blood it's self is coming from other things it doesn't really bother me...but it's when it comes out of me that the panic attacks start, and then I black out and yada yada yada
that's the reason the man formerly known as my father...put me in the stupid ''hospital'' and as for the reason for the reason I was put in the stupid ''hospital'' well...even i don't know that...but my ''shrink'' thinks it has to do with the fact that woman who gave birth to me decided life just wasn't good enough and she up and slit her wrists
I stumbled as an angry branch smacked me across the face; it stung…but it wasn't quite as bad as the cut I just got on my right knee because of some stupid rock
I made a move to pull myself off the ground only to catch sight of the blood that was dripping down my arm.
And it was then that my breath became caught in my throat and held itself there with imaginary out stretched arms
Then this strange strangled sound jumped out from somewhere. Maybe me, and I couldn't feel anything anymore, I was numb
Pressure weighted down on my chest, and this invisible mist started to cloud my vision bringing with it the flashes of things I don’t remember
a sandbox, A new blue dress, A purple little pony and two faceless people; screaming. I could see them through the glass doors...the woman was throwing things, dishes, the dirty cup she was washing, a plate. The man was ducking, pounding his fists of the counter top, when he caught her by the shoulders, holding her at arms length and shaking her, a little. Then he pointed at me and she broke free and her hand flew through the air catching him across the face so hard that it almost stopped time. He said something quietly, dropping his arms slowly, moving away when she reached for him and then he left. She stared down at the broken pieces on the floor and I looked back down at my purple horse, navigating it through the hottest of deserts and around my tiny bare feet.
I drifted back to reality staring up at the tree tops as they reached for the darkening sky
being able to see straight was a thing of the past, and as doubles of all things floated above me I was able to make out a pair of figures...or one...yeah it was one thing...person...no thing...and then it all went black
