Homicide House... Part One

The Homicide House

Chapter One: My Story

They said it was a safe place. They told me that I was just… confused. But I’m not. My name is Emma Brookes and I’m fine.

You’re probably wondering what I’m talking about. Well, it all started a few days ago. I was camping with some friends and went to get some firewood. I saw a deer. It was so beautiful. I had to pet it. I was terribly dumb. Something inside me urged me to reach out and stroke it.  I extended my hand and started stroking its soft coat. It obviously didn’t enjoy the gesture. It reared back its head and darted into the woods. I ran after it. With me closely following, it  stopped in its tracks. It turned around, mouth foaming and eyes raging. I tried to run but I slipped. I quickly got my bearings and stood in front of it, too afraid to  make a sudden movement. It lunged and all I remember after that is immense pain and crashing to the ground. I can faintly recall sounds of shouting and calling my name. After that, everything went black.

I woke up on the forest floor. I looked around and the deer was gone and so were my friends. Had they abandoned me? What happened? I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. It hurt so bad. Maybe if I went to  sleep everything would be better…

Again, I awoke. But this time I was in a white room. Everything was white. Was I in heaven? I looked around and I saw a nervous looking doctor enter the room. Nope, not heaven. “Are you feeling better?” he asked as he scribbled something in his notepad. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied as I tried to get up.  But again, I couldn’t get up. I looked down and realized I was strapped to the hospital bed. A voice from somewhere in the room shouted, “Release me, or you will die!” I was  confused. Where did the voice come from? The doctor spoke again, this time in a panic and said, “Don’t hurt me,  please!” He whimpered. I was obliviously baffled. He was acting as if I had just said that. As I searched the room for the mysterious voice, the sudden realization hit me like a tidal wave. I said it. But how was that possible? How could I say something without knowing that I said it? I looked down at my body. I had… changed. I had brown skin and white freckles all over me. What happened?

I was suddenly overcome with overwhelming emotion. I was so angry. I wanted nothing but to kill the person who did this to me.

Everything was hazy and the last part I remember is sitting in a room with my parents and some other people I don't know. They told me  terrible things that day. They told me that I hurt people. People I love. They told me I can't be  around other people anymore and I needed to go to safe place. A place where I couldn’t hurt anybody. I was bewildered. I never hurt anyone. Why were they saying this? Then, I flashed back to the hospital room. The doctor was scared because I had hurt people before. My mind then wandered off to the most scary thought of all: When I had woken up after the deer attack all of my friends were gone. I knew I had been asleep for a long time and surely my friends would come looking for me after being gone so long. And I wasn't very far in the woods. What if I had hurt my friends? And if they were gone does that mean that I had actually... ...well, hurt them so bad that they weren't even actually… you know, living?

I fought back my tears as tried desperately to remember what happened that night. At this point I wasn't at all listening to what they were  saying. “Do you believe us that everything is going to be fine?” Said one of the people in white coats. I nodded my head absentmindedly, as I stared into space, wondering where they were going to take me.

This last part was the one last part I ever remember them telling me they said to me, “Emma, this may be the last time you will see your parents again if you don't get any better.” I froze and stared at my mom and dad sadly as they burst into tears. This time, I didn't try to hide my tears and I started crying too. As I hugged my parents tightly for the very last time, I wanted to say something to them. Something important. “Mom, Dad-” I began. “Yes, Emma?” “I wanted to tell you that I will love you forever and never forget you  even if I do never get better.” “We love you too!” my mom sobbed as she and dad squeezed me tighter and I squeezed them back.

“I have a question.” I said as I looked at the doctors.”Where am I going to anyway?”  They glanced nervously at each other as if expecting me to kill them if they told me. “You’re going to a… uh… Meadowbrook Asylum.” My heart dropped and I felt as if I was going to pass out. I staggered and finally sat down in my chair. I was breathing heavily and a million thoughts were running through my head all at once. My mom had burst into tears again, but I hadn’t noticed.

I looked down at my hands. They were the same brown with white freckled spots that I had seen on me in the hospital. Why am I like this? I just want to start over.