memories part 2

                                    

                                          
Flash back)
                          
Tree branches scratch against my window as I lay in bed trying to sleep, but my eyes were wide open, and my mind was running. It was as if my mind and eyes were in a constant battle to try and sleep or to stay awake. I wanted to sleep but all the thoughts running in my mind prevented me from doing so, this was the fourth night I had not enjoyed the pleasure of sleeping and forgetting about the world around me. Just as I was falling asleep, I heard my dad yelling at my mother. I thought nothing of it since they always argued so this was nothing new to me, slowly I started drifting back into the sleep my mind and eyes had been longing for so desperately. I do not know how long I was asleep because all I remember is waking up in a hospital bed, beside a random lady and a doctor. People scrambling all around me, doctors yelling at people to get out and shouting orders. 'What the hell?' I say to myself; I do not see my father anywhere. I start to panic; my eyes begin earring up and I can feel my face starting to get puffy. 
                          
"Oh, your awake finally" 
                          
The lady next to me finally speaks her voice calm and sweet, this calms me down hearing a soothing voice such as hers. I start to calm down and relax.
                          
"Uh yeah, how long was I asleep for?"
                          
Both the doctor and lady seemed confused by my question, they looked at each other then back at me again why do they look so confused I think to myself and why am I in a hospital bed?
                          
"You seriously don't know how long you've   been asleep for? Ask the lady and doctor as if to mimic each other. 
                          
Why do they look so confused? My mind starts trying to find an answer for my own question, I read the name on the doctor's coat. Dr Vaus I have heard that name before, but I cannot quite remember where. Looking around I cannot see my mum or my dad, how did I get here? Why am I here? All these questions run through my brain like a person running a marathon, long and tiring. 
                          
"You were asleep for three days bailey" Dr Vaughn finally speaks up before I can get a word out.
                          
"Well, you weren't exactly asleep you were in a coma for three days".
                          
I allow myself to calm down before I continue walking, I get to the police station and bang on the door, its late but I am hoping someone is in there. 
                          
I open the door and I see three police officers standing there in shock and horror, they look at me surprised and concerned I look down and remember I have blood all over me, they probably think I am a murderer, well I am but it was self-defence they were going to kill me I had no other choice other than to kill them to get away. But they does not say anything an instead grabs me by my hand and pulls me inside shutting the door behind them. 
                          
"Why are you covered in blood, are you hurt?"
                          
"No, I'm not hurt and it's not my blood".
                          
As soon as I reach the police station, I tell them everything that happened leading up to the events of my house being broken into, it turns out that the men who had broken into my house had escaped jail and were being hunted by the cops. The men who I had killed were on death row and had escaped after a guard accidently left the gate open to the courtyard, the other men had been found in a house nearby the police said that I had scared them of after running out of the house. Before they could ask me anything else the room turns black and the only thing, I remember is the feeling of my body falling into someone's arms.
                          
(Police-bailey)
                          
"So, I need you to tell me exactly what happened" the police officer said to me
                          
"Well, I was in bed when I heard a thud, when I opened my eyes, I saw two men standing in the room I didn't think much of it because I thought it was my dad until I heard his voice, it was deep raspy and dry his face had a scar down the side of his cheek" my eyes start to water, and my hands start to shake
                          
The officers seem to notice this and look at each other before walking away letting me have a little time to myself to calm down, I heard police and ambulances go past the station and I already know where they are going. The chattering of police officers in the room fills my head, all I can think about, all I can see is those guys faces bloodied by the knife I used to kill them. 
                          
"Ok are you ready to talk now?" the female police officer said to me
                          
"Yes, I am, after I realized it was not my dad, I knew I was in trouble I knew I had to get out of there. So, I reached over to my bedside and grabbed my pocketknife I had stored away, when the men got closer, they tried attacking me, but I bit him, and he pulled away before slapping me" I turn my face and show them the red hand mark clearly marked across my cheek. 
                          
"After that I crawled over and grabbed the guy from behind and placing the knife on his neck and slicing it, I placed his body on the ground trying to be quiet and that's when I saw that there were two other men in the hallway, so I grabbed the knife and ran out trying to be quiet but the door behind me slammed shut."
                          
The tears burn my eyes as I try to contain myself, but I cannot the memories come rushing back of those two men, the blood on my hands and shirt and sound of their last breaths escaping from their mouths. Tears are streaming down my face as I wipe my eyes, the officer tries to calm me down, but it is not working it is just making it worse. It is my fault those men are dead it is my fault they broke into the house; it is my fault that this whole thing happened. What is my dad going to do he is going to kill me, when he gets home, he is going to see the house surrounded by cop cars and he is going to blame everything on me? All these thoughts consume my mind eating away at reality. 
                          
"Hey, are you ok?" the detective asks while placing a hand on my back
                          
"No, I'm not ok, I just killed someone the police are surrounding my house and my dad's going to kill me when he finds out, so no I'm not ok" my voice is not sad its angry.
                          
I get up and walk away going up the stairs and walking into the bathroom, I wash my face of with water and try to calm myself down. Sitting on the bathroom floor I start crying again and my whole face is covered with tears some even landing on my mouth the salty taste of my tears sit on my mouth, I can hear someone coming up the stairs towards the bathroom someone knocks on the door.
                          
"Bailey you in here" it is the detective's voice
                          
"Yeah, come in" my voice sounding tired and sad
                          
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset" he sounded empathetic which I hated
                          
"Its fine don't be sorry"