I laid in place for hours after I woke up. The room was still dark, but light peaked through the shades in the window. I continued to cry as I pulled on the leather straps. I couldn't help but see how truly pathetic I was. How much of a joke my whole existence had become. I had a plan to kill everyone in that classroom and was thrown off by one person smiling at me. Then I killed her. Now I didn't even know why I was going to do it in the first place. I was an idiot.
I felt the pain on my face, as the drugs slowly wore off. I could feel the gauze tightly wrapped around the back of my head, pressuring the unnatural dents in my face causing excruciating pain. I pulled harder on the constraints. Every jolt of pain showed me her smile. Every throb in my enlarged, empty eye socket showed me the hole I put her her head. It caved in as her head shot back like whiplash from a rollercoaster. Her smile still set on her destroyed face. It was then I began to see the cruel reality of the situations entirety. The darkness' never attacked, none of that ever happened. I thought I was so willful and strong when I slid the gun into my bag that morning. I thought I was an unmatched genius, an unstoppable force of vengeance for my shitty life. I didn't even target the people that made my life shitty. Reggie is still out there, being treated like a surviving victim for being in the same building. My mother was somewhere telling people it wasn't her fault I'm like this and blame video games and movies for my actions. I pulled hard on the leather cuffs again, creating a creak noise from the side of the bed where it was latched. I thought of her face again.
"Bethany." I whispered into the darkness of my room. I tried so hard to be tough to the world that had beaten me into existence, but in reality I was always just a child on the inside. A hollow stone ready to cave in at anytime the pressure got too hard, just like the poor girls head.
I pulled with my left arm making the same creaking noise but louder. I focused on just that side of my body. Every throb, I would yank. Every thought, I would tug. My mind in the past had raced through endless thoughts but now only repeated the memories that hurt the worse. The smile. The bang of the gun. The regret. Finally the creak turned into a crack and the strap started to give. I shook it loose from the side of the bed, not able to see what it was attached too. I quickly unstrapped my abdomen and my other wrist. I attempted to sit up but was instead met with the uncomfortable feeling of a catheter I didn't know existed. I reached down and gently and slowly pulled it downward out of me. I could feel where it was once it was out, like it was still there. I pulled myself down the bed with my legs and unstrapped them. I dangled my legs over the edge of the bed and slowly lowered myself down. My legs were asleep and I nearly fell with the first step. I grabbed the near by push table with supplies and the mirror on it to stabilize myself. I made my way towards the door and locked it. I then moved my hand aside the wall searching for a switch. After a minute or two of rubbing the wall, I switched the lights on. For a brief moment I was blinded, but then saw my room of imprisonment. On the opposite side of the room of the door was a window. I could tell it was thick by the girth of the clear edge attached to the wall. I gripped the floor with my toes and walked to the waiting chairs against the front wall and grabbed one. I pulled it towards the window and tried hard to lift it. My arms were weak but I could manage to swing it a bit, missing the window and hitting the low wall below it. I stepped back and swung hard and managed to chip the glass. I took another step back and decided to try hurling the chair. I swung upward with all my force hitting near the same spot. The chair slammed the ground. I lifted it and swung again. And again. And again. Each time the swing was harder and each time larger chips of the glass hit the floor. I picked it up again, but before I made an attempt to swing I heard banging on the door behind me. I turned to see it shake and heard loud voices behind it. I swung the chair again harder, now motivated with fear. Again and again until finally the chip turned into a crack and the crack turned into a web of cracks across the glass. I threw the chair one last time, this time the chair flew out the window. I quickly sat on the sill and lifted my legs around to the outside. I looked down to see that I was definitely higher than I thought. For a second I clung to the ledge. I was on maybe the 10th-11th floor. Contact with the ground from this height would kill me if I was lucky, but I haven't had any great history with luck. I had no time to think, the door swung open and an officer and two nurses barreled in.
"Freeze!" The officer pulled his gun like it was nothing from his belt. Before I had time to reply he fired. Blood shot through the air as a chunk of my right shoulder was blown off. The force blew me off the ledge out the window. I was now falling lifelessly toward the ground. My arms flailed but my legs went limp in the upward wind. After a second of panic, only one thought went through my head followed by a question. I pictured Bethany smiling at me one last time, then I asked myself the question.
What happens when a hollow rock hits the ground?
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