CHAPTER 7
755 Words
"Asher..."
Andrew heard a voice and opened his eyes.
He noticed he is somewhere else and he is sleeping on a bed.
"I’m i home?" he said.
"no.." he heard a man voice and his eyes focused on a no smiling police officer, who had a serious look on his face.
"this is a hospital, you fainted so just relax" he said and Andrew look around in search of him mom.
"what about mom?" he asked.
"she never want to see you for now" the policeman replied.
Andrew sighed and stare up at the ceiling, he felt so worse about himself.
"mom hate me now" he said sadly.
"can i visit the washroom?" he asked policemen.
"sure" the policeman said and signalled to a nurse who helped Andrew out of the bed.
"do not think of escaping" the policeman said to Andrew as he moved out of the ward.
He got to the washroom and moved to the washbasin, he run the tap and washed his dirty hands then wash his face.
He busted into tears as he remember about his situation.
"i did not kill Denise intentionally" he cried and wash his face more. He stared at himself in the mirror in front of him and was lost in the viewing for about two seconds.
He looked down at the washbasin as he was about to leave and noticed the water was on a spot and did not flush away.
He touched the hole in the basin to check what was stucking it but the hole looked free from blockages.
"wow" Andrew said and wonder what had made the water stucked.
He tried many attempts to get the water out of the basin but it was not even moving anymore and it was much like ice now.
Andrew folded his hands together and cracked his fingers, he folded is fist and punched the basin very hard but the water did not move an inch. He did that again with a heavy punch and that made a very big banging sound.
What he heard next was footsteps, he watched the entrance direction and saw the policeman at the yard arriving with a nurse.
"that's him" the nurse said pointing to Andrew.
"what?" Andrew said.
"you this bad boy, are you mentally okay?" the policeman said and Andrew got annoyed.He hate being referred to with hate speeches.
"I’m okay, so be careful about things you say" Andrew said fumingly to the policeman.
"you dare talk to me back?" the policeman said and draw Andrew by his hair toward the ward.
Andrew groan in pain as he moved and he did not want to cry like a coward, he checked the policeman pocket and saw his g*n.
He looked for a perfect timing to pick his g*n and as soon as they got to the ward he grabbed the g*n and freed himself from the policeman.
He pointed the g*n toward the policeman.
"Hey relax" the policeman said to him.
Andrew did not listen, he pulled the trigger and shot the policeman on his head.
As he watched the policeman fall and the blood gushing out of his forehead, Andrew threw the g*n he was holding down.
"what's wrong with me? what's wrong with my temper?" he said and hit his hand with his palm.
"no" he screamed and watch around seeing the people stares on him.
"call the police" a nurse said and Andrew knew he is going to be jailed this time for the crimehe had committed more.
He is too young to be a prisoner, he thought and panic.
He has never like the world prison and has strong dislike for that since he was young.
He looked around the open windows and thought of escaping since there are people on the doorway that might hold him down.
He moved backward to the window behind him and turned to the window as his hands touched the window wall.
He looked down at the outside seeing how tiny people looked from where he stand, he noticed he is probably at the first ground of the hospital.
He was scared that he will die once he tried escaping through the window.
"the policeman are here" he heard a lady voice and looked behind seeing policemen arriving.
"freeze" the said to him and he did not move.
Andrew thought of committing suicide since he has a lot of crime on him.
He turned to the window and closed his eyes with a sigh.
"do not try to move" he heard a policeman voice and his footstep.
He jumped hurriedly before anyone will grab him, and he heard the peoples screams as he fly freely toward the ground.
He was filled with shock and close his eyes in prepare for death.
"...a repeated fate??" a voice questioned.
- Writer
