She fell asleep on my lap. But I couldn’t close my eyes for a second. Thinking about a way to get out. No window, walls to thick. No service on my cell phone, the door unable to be opened from inside the room. The small panel on the bottom would be the only spot that’s a little bit weaker than anything in this room. Looking at the panel, it suddenly slides open. A face looked trough it. Quickly closed it again, I heard locks opening. I reached out to the stick and tried to gently put the girl besides me without waking her up. The door opened and in a flash I leaped forward stabbing the person who opened the door and rushing trough the house. Stabbing everyone I came by. Ending up in the kitchen, I took a cleaver that was inside a drawer. Running trough the house I chopped up every single person I saw. Until the last person, the old men. He looked into my eyes, didn’t say a thing. I asked him why he did this.
He told me he had no other choice and suddenly turned his head. Looked at a guy who had previously felt the wrath of psychopathic boy, who was angry for what happened to the little girl. I saw him looking at the gun that was sticking out the dead guy’s pocket. Telling the old man to just go ahead and take it, he reached out and turned his body aiming trying to aim the gun. But even before he could fully turn around his armed fell to the ground. The cleaver fell to the ground. “Goodbye”. Grabbing his head turning it around snapping his neck. That were the last words he heard. I called the police and gave them the address. Letting the phone drop I hear something fall down. I ran downstairs and saw the young girl laying on the stairs, crying, her face in tears yelling out asking why I left her. I walked down and picked her up, “ I will never leave you.” Hearing the sirens from the police and ambulance, I went back up stairs and walked straight into a cop. He asked me what happened here. Without answering I continue my way upstairs and outside the house. For the first time I saw the face of the young girl. Long, dark brownish hair hang down from her head. Blood was still everywhere. Her right eye, completely damaged, stabbed out. The only thing I cared about was getting her out and getting her something to eat and drink. I sat her down in the ambulance I could see she was afraid of any other person coming close. The cop from before walked up to us. Again asked us what happened. We told them everything. I told him exactly what happened. I told him I killed every single person in there. He looked at the girl and started asking question. Not a single word came out. She pulled on my sleeve, asking me if she could answer him. Like she needed my consent to say something. Trying to put her at ease, telling her she could say whatever she wants. She calmed down and told the cops everything.
One of the nurses came from in front of the car and tells me to step away because they have to leave. The moment I tried to even take one step something clanged down on me, holding me tight. And screaming that I can’t leave. The cop looks at me and tells me I can go. I go along with the girl inside the ambulance. Finally a moment of rest again. Something that I still didn’t know about her was how she ended up there, who she is and where’s she’s from.
Asking her these things. We talked until arriving at the hospital. Her name is Alice, she was born 13/12/1998, that makes her 15 years old. Her parents killed when they abducted her almost a year ago. No other family or friends. She was home schooled. No one even knew that she was gone. No one even knew that she existed. Never registered in this country, not even sure what her last name is. Never knew the real names of her parents or if those were even her real parents. Always kept inside.
Arriving at the hospital the nurses and doctors had a lot of problems. Alice didn’t want to go anywhere anymore without me. Even when I told her it was fine she would burst out in tears asking me not to abandon her. So I had no choice but the join her wherever they went. Still in dirty clothes, covered in dirt and blood. We were sat down in the operation room where they cleaned out her eye but to their surprise, the wound itself was already closed with a new layer of flesh over it. They took several pictures of her head to see if anything would cause problems. Her eye was perfectly fine, no infections or anything. They took several blood samples and gave us a room and fresh clothing. I walked into the bathroom, Alice still following me. I asked her to wait outside but trembling in fear from every person that walked by made me accept my responsibilities and took her with me inside. Took a shower together, I cleaned her up and noticed several scars over her body, she must have been tortured as well. Putting on the fresh clothing and finally being able to sit down on a soft bed. She sat down beside me and laid her head down and yet again fell asleep on my lap. Lots of thoughts ran trough my head at the moment, I was wondering if it’ll stay like this forever.
Suddenly a man walked into the room. It was the cop from before. He came to me with a worried face. He tells me what’ll happen now, with me, with the girl, with us both. I’ll undergo several tests because I killed all those people, I didn’t get any jail period because he says it’s put under self defence. Though I have to be followed for a while so that I wouldn’t do anything like that anymore. Alice will have to go trough some tests to see if she’ll be mentally stable enough to go on in the wide world or if she’ll have to be put in a special treatment centre. However the cop told me that I could take her under my wings if she accepts it, since I’m an adult. If not she’ll probably go to a foster home. I seem to be getting quite fond of her so I decided to take her under my cares. Alice woke up from our conversation and the first thing that she said was that there was no way she will go away from me. That taken care of there was one more thing. Her schooling, since she was only 15, under the law she has to be schooled. The cop told me he would take care of everything. It seems like he’s quite understanding. But since there was no last name she would take on my last name, I didn’t want that though, but when she heard that she starting crying thinking that I don’t want her around or something. I gave her another last name, a last name that I’ve been using more then my real last name. And put her at ease telling her I’ll explain it later why she didn’t get my last name.