He locks himself in what he likes to call his little 'hell hole' to isolate his eyes from most of the outside world. He continues to brake each new mirror with himself alone only to be given Nembutal before stitching him up, again. They desperately hire new doctors, new therapists, only to hope that they may have a cure for his self being. But nothing works. Day after day he struggles in their grip and threatens his own life to burn at stake. People cower as his figure moves through the dim-lited halls, casting an intimidating shadow as if death itself came bursting through the doorway. People who look at him regret ever making contact with his eyes; they show no hope, no feeling except anguish. All will be lost with him in their view as if his his gaze were a weapon used much to often. He is his own person and vowed to never change for the likes for anybody. But at the very least, what would you expect from someone being locked up in the mental institution? As to his name, nobody new, he wouldn't tell anyone. The only identifacation they found when he was admitted was a rusty old ring on his forefinger that had the word 'sky' faintly engraved into it. He was, though, at the age of what it seemed to be as five when they found him by a deserted road covered in blood, whom beside him layed a dead man. It was in the middle of December, and he was sitting there hungry and cold, lonely with only the company of a corpse. His knees were hugged tight to his chest as he craddled back and forth, whispering to himself about what he had done wrong as a snow storm surged on that night. And to this very day, he had been given the title as 'Sky'. That had been his name for about twelve years. Nobody had ever been able to pry out his day of birth, so they guessed on his age at the time. They spent years trying to fill out his file, but he would never tell them about his childhood either. At times they would here him scream at night and find his bed flipped over with him under it, still whipsering to himself about that night... His appearance; a thin yet masculine young man with longish, dark brown hair. His eyes were just as his name described; they were the color of the sky, like the atmosphere descended into the clear iris to make color. But what nobody knew, was that he had been wanting to get away from this wretched place he called 'home'. He couldn't wait another year, he wanted out now.
And in the following week, he had done it...
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"GET AWAY FROM ME!" The young man screamed as he shoved the syringes and glass containers onto the ground, mking a loud crash. The doctors flinched but Sky didnt waste a second. He grabbed three syringes filled with Nembutal and moved his way through the broken glass and spilt liquid.
"Dont let him get away!" One of the doctors yelled as a heavy hand grasped on tight to Sky's wrist. Without hesitation, the boy dug his free hand into his pocket, only to bring out a sharp knife and slashed it deep into the man's arm.
The doctor screeched as he let go of the patient to hold his hand in agony.
Every second counted right now to Sky and was either now or never. Thoughts whirled in his mind like 'what if I dont make it?' and then, answering to the question: 'the'll kill me.'
The other doctors were slipping and falling due to the outbreak but only Sky could manage to get to the door.
He ran down the hallway as he begun to cut off the remaining restraints and IV's on his arms and carelessly let them fall to the sanitaried tile.
He shoved and thrust everyone that was in his way and remained concentrated as he could already taste the freedom.
Sky had dared to look back to see if the physicians were following him, and sure enough, they were right in his heels.
Thinking fast, he tipped over an oncoming bucket of water standing right next to an upright mop. He could hear the followers slipping on the ground as their squeeky shoes lost balance. It was quite humorous to Sky.
He shoved the the front doors open and was overwhelmed by the massive light that the sun produced.
Quickly, turning his direction to a crowded square, he slowed his pace and began to walk more slowly, remembering to blend in. It was best that he was in his regular clothes than in those stupid little gowns they gave him to put on for no reason.
Although the young man was slightly out of comfort due to the fact that he was never used to the outside world. He seemed less confident in himself than in the nuthouse.
Sky's head turned frequently, trying to spot if any of the medics had sighted him with their white lab coats.
He walked a little longer unitl he found a park bench and sat down. He panted heavily with his head bent down so nobody could reconize his face.
He held his head as he could hear the blood pounding in his skull as it put pressure upon him. Reluctantly, he looked up and suddenly jumped at the noise of a gun shot. Sky turned around and saw the police along with the familiar faces of the medics. He cursed under his breath, stood up, and broke out into a run once more.
*BAANG!* And this time, the bullet got his leg.
Sky screamed with pain but had to hold back on stopping to see the damage that had been done. Each step he took seemed as if needles, knifes, and all kinds of gun shots shot through him. His breath quickened it's pace as he could almost feel the blood in his mouth. As he looked down he saw puddles of it being left behind and his jeans already stained with the sticky substance. His heart thudded even louder that his head and he could taste the briney sweat dripping down his face. For a quick second he thought he was gonna die, but he struggled to keep on limping ahead.
Looking around at his surroundings, he spotted a girl, about his age, staring at him with much confusement and shock. Of course. she had no idea why blood was swelling in his leg, and niether did she know why people were running after him.
Suddenly, he turned his direction towards her as she gave way into a sprint.
To his luck, and to her dismay, he cought up to her- even though he just got shot in the leg- by the edge of the park and the beginning of a forest, and grabbed hold of her. The girl struggled, squirmed and srceamed as her attempts only made Sky grip tighter on her arms.
He turned her around forcefully with his, still bloodstained knife from earlier, at her throat, to show the police. They were only a few meters away when they froze.
"Continue to follow me any longer and I'll kill her!" He jabbed the knife at her throat a little tighter as she let out a terrified skriek.
"Make one sound, and this knife will cut through you like butter." He hissed at her, in a low enough tone for the others not to hear.
The police were still armed with their guns, but their was no possible way they could shoot without hurting the girl. It was like he was using her as a shield.
Instinclively, they lowered their guns.
"Let go of her. Please, we wont hurt you, we just want you to come back with us." One of the doctors soothingly said, trying to sound as calm as ever, but Sky wasn't stupid. This only resulted to him getting even angrier.
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Cher could feel the cold knife against her throat and dared not to even breath. Everything had came so fast and she was sickly terrified. Cops and some other people were right in her view. How ironic. She hystericly said to herself. The one day when no one else comes to the park. How typical. It seemed as if she had all the bad luck. But that was the last thing on her mind.
She couldnt move, her feet were frozen and her palms were cold and shaky. She could feel droplets of sweat land on her cheek from the maniac holding her.
Her light brown hair had been caught in her eyes but she didn't have the courage to move the strands.
She could feel each breath of air being caught by the knife and chocked. The man who held her twisted her arm farther back and pushed the knife deeper into her skin.
Slolwy he began to tug at her, pulling her away from the scene.
"Dont even try to run, dont even try to yell, or else.." The young man didn't finish his sentence as he whispered it into her ear. His voice seemed utterly stable, yet there was something about it that made Cher feel uncomfortable. She could feel his breath trying to calm itself down. But then she realized,Oh no. She thought.
Her mind whirled as her heart filled with anxiety. No, hes' taking me away. No! She felt helpless.
There were so many things she didnt have: Courage, bravery, and a strongwilled demeanor. She could better yet call herself a coward for not doing anything except struggle in this maniac's grip.
Cher was greatly terrified of death as well. She's been an eye witness much to often, and the more she sees it, the more she fears it.
Suddenly her background changed.
The once- deserted- park she was walking in, turned into a forest. She could see the police move uneasily from one foot to another as they watched their target go with her.
Maybe she should try, maybe he was bluffing, until- "We'll find you Sky, and we'll keep you locked up for good!" An angry man yelled as did another doctor, only it was a woman; "Hang on miss, we'll find you soon enough.." Their voices faded along with their faces and everything went black.
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