The Stalker

I'm Finally Out

The doctor walks back in and nods. "You're free to go!" A smile spreads across my face. I think to myself, gladly shrugging off the sadness and madness I have picked up from this room. I stand up, looking around for one thing........ my phone .........

"Uh sir, Do you know where my belongings are?" Not realizing that it is still is at my house.

The doctor gives me a blank look, shrugging his shoulders and smiles.

(Authors Note In The Middle: XD If things are screwed up, please excuse it unless it is like unable to translate the horrible spelling. I am typing slightly fast on my computer :P By the way, I will be implanting names of others for characters and their bio if requested and I see it fits the situation or whatever XD. I won't spoil the story, so it will be a firm yes or no)

I look down at my arms, a bandage covering the puncture. My shirt is too small on me, I guess my mother had to bring a change of a shirt since my other was drenched in my own metallic smelling blood. I look closely at the bandage, about 6-8 layers of it was wrapped on my arm. I walk out of the hospital room, smelling the air once I am completely out of the facility.

"Thank god I'm out..." After thinking about it, I would rather be in there, being secured and concealed from a lot of things. Away from anxiety and the pain this world can give me. I wouldn't have to receive any of that. That is what I at least what I thought at the moment. I walk all the way home, not bothering to go back inside and ask to call my mother. The breeze blowing my hair into and out of my face, but I didn't care. Looking down at the sidewalk and my feet.