(I love this song)
Seth's pov:
I was sitting at a white table in a white room with crayons and a paper and the noise cancelling earphones set down next to my chair.
I was bored and stood up, walking to the door when I heard whispers through the door, I stuck my ears against it.
"I'm really sorry but we just can't find why she became like that, maybe the trauma but it shouldn't have flipped all the mental state and everything about her on its head" what? is something wrong with me? I'm fine.
"and what exactly is wrong with her?" I heard daddy's voice, he was the only one that knew nothing was wrong with me, I just don't like loud noises.
"well it seems that she acts unlike others her age, she has no more reaction then a smile when we show her images of what was in the basement with her, last week we'd freak out but now she smiles" what? I can smile, it's a pretty red..... nothing bad with that!
"what else?"
"well we know that despite her young age we needed to do some.... harsher tests so we had asked her to break the neck of a chicken that was sent here to make the food and would have died anyway, even traumatised kids wouldn't hurt an animal, she not only broke but ripped the chicken head of and kicked the running body around until someone didn't stop her"
"something else?"
"yes, we thought bringing maybe a therapy dog in would help but since the poor puppy was 'noisy' as she said, we needed to take it away to keep her from stomping it to death.... I think there is no way to help your daughter other than therapy to help her get used to the new her"
"I understand; thank you doctor"
I backed away from the door as it opened and my father stepped in with a fake small smile on his face.
he saw me and finally let out his huge smile too big for his face as he cooped me up in his arms.
"how is my sweet baby?"
"what did the strange doc mean? different?"
"nah sweets he just doesn't understand you.... what did you draw me today?"
I hopped from his arms and walked over the table and picked up the wrinkly table and walking over and climbing on the bed he sat on and handing it to him, he proudly smiled at me.
"this is me hitting on of the girls with me with a long piece of wood the teacher gave me.... he was really happy and even gave me compliments" I said normally, I didn't understand why, in my memory of the event I was crying and sad, why would I be sad doing that? don't understand.
"it's done really well sweets; how did you do the blood?"
"the red stuff?"
"the red stuff"
"well the girls always had that coming from places open in their bodies so I tried to" I showed up my left hand with bloody bite marks on my palm.
"bravo sweets it's really good but the docs would like it so you need to hide this" he said, pulling out white cloth thingy and rolling it around my hand.
"okay daddy"
my eyes snapped open.
I stare at the ceiling a little without moving or really questioning stuff, I'm laying on a bed with my left hand before my head, right down behind my body and holding my axe, right leg bent and left laid out.
I wasn't an idiot, I could feel the bandages around me, barely shifting as I breath and the pain from the stitched up wounds.... it made me angry though that memory was calming.
I like daddy more than mom, I mean I like mom but she wanted me to go back to the fake normal I was before the real me came to the surface and I needed to pretend for her, daddy understood me and I didn't need to lie.... that's why I hate liars, I was forced to lie for so long before I freed myself from that burden, freed myself from mother.
I sat up and noticed something, one, my shoes were off, two, my T-shirt was blue and not my normal one and three, my jacket was on the end of the bed.
I put on my shoes, it's not that I hate to have them off but I normally never take them off to sleep, on the other hand I didn't enjoy that my T-shirt was changed while I was out of it and didn't Stacy need my jacket?
I shook it off and threw it on as I walked to a mirror, we there was no dried blood in my face and hair so I guess I'm not that mad anymore, more neutral.
I exited the room and this building was similar to the one I chased the girls too so I knew where this was since only two buildings were built like this on the island so I knew there was a common room type of place like it the others.
"okay then first of who changed my T-shirt so I know who I need to behead" I said without a single hello making the girls freak out.
"well technically you ruined it and I'm the medical student here...."
"holly hell Melanie don go all technical I'm way too tired for that crap and remember with have a deal I can't behead you" they all looked at me like I'm crazy...... okay I take back what I said I see that problem.... they all looked at me like I'm far more crazy then I am.... there that's better.
"well you just slept for a whole day so you shouldn't be tired"
"don't try me Meg, I'll hit a perfect dart throw with my axe to your head even right now" she had no come back.
"anyone has an idea what day it is?"
"it's the 6th day we are here today, the place we found those bandages of yours there was a somewhat stable man that said he got his supplies 4 days ago and you slept a bit more than one day, this is the morning sixth day" Katy said.
"so a day and a week to keep you aren't before I leave this place"
"yeah..."
"I'm so tired but hungry.... stay here, I'll go get food" I walked away not even waiting for an answer or complaint I'm to hurt to do this.... I just wanted food...... and a bit of time to think about stuff, ever since the time the drugs had me unable to control my urges, I couldn't get the girl I wanted to kill so bad out of my head, she looked pretty with my axe in hand and blood across her face and clothing without it actually being hers.... it was not usual for me to see anyone noisy, annoying and not cut open as pretty.... needed to think....