3. Revenge

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
-William Shakespeare

10 Months in the Future-

“I can’t believe how much I have changed. How much things have changed.” I said aloud to myself.
It was only 3 short weeks ago that all of my planning and devotion was about to pay off.

I thought back to how it all started, how I ended up in this dump…

I had been sitting at home watching the news one late evening.
I remember thinking about buying Him a guitar. I knew his mother
had been virtuoso so maybe he could learn.

I was thinking about doing something nice for him. It still angers me.

Anyway I was sitting there when I heard the door bust open.

My heart sped up, then stopped all together.

I knew in that instance I had been caught.

“Ma’am, PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!”

They caught me, He found a way around me. He outwitted me.

Now I am stuck in this hell hole. The Riverview Institute of the Mentally Ill.

I am already sick of these four ugly white grey walls.
I can’t believe they put me in an insane asylum.

He will pay for what he has done.

I began planning. But as I went on I realized I was beginning to talk to myself more
than could possibly be healthy. I needed to get out of there. I needed out now.

Escaping wasn’t nearly the challenge I thought it would be.
Lucky for me I was sent to a low security institution.
It was located in an old warehouse.

All I had to do was wait for the front guard to go on break…

Then I made my escape. I knew what I was after, and I started towards it.

I made a run for it and just kept going. If I stopped I was afraid they’d realize I was
gone and be able to find me.

My heart was beating so fast. My adrenaline was pumping. I was ecstatic.

As I headed into town I was worried people would notice something was up.

I was being looked at funny. But I couldn’t let myself get worried. I had a mission
and I was going to complete it no matter what.

I could feel that I was close. Every step, every heartbeat, I was closer.

It was around the corner. I was so close.

I crossed the street instead of heading straight for it.
I stopped in front of the house where I knew he’d still be.
In front of my house.
I was ready. I knew I was. My body pulled forward, the house calling my name.
It would all to soon be over.

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