• Previously on last weeks issue:
    “What are you doing awake at this hour Izebella? It’s three in the morning, you should be asleep.”
    “I can’t sleep, and I keep hearing voices telling me things; terrible things. I can’t take this place much longer...”
    “What happened to your wrist?”
    “I did that with my teeth, what are you going to do about it?” I half smiled revealing my teeth.

    Without even thinking about it I pulled my other wrist to my mouth and ripped it open, letting the blood flow as it did. The blood made my mouth water and I wanted the nurse’s blood but before I could get up Dr. Straton and the FBI were in the room holding up guns to me.
    “Move another inch Izebella and we’ll shoot.”
    “Don’t even try your games with me Dr. Straton, Agent Kipler and Agent Todd. That’s right; I know you’ve been watching my every move. It is wise of you to show up Agent Anemia, didn’t think you’d show…” I shook my head and looked around the room to see guns pointed at my head. I was confused now more than ever.
    “Um….what the hell is going on? Who are you people? Dr. Straton, why are you pointing a gun at me?” I asked tilting my head to the side only to get hit on the back of the head with a gun.
    “Who are you?”
    “Dr. Straton what is going on? Please tell me……I’m confused.” I asked again, the apparent FBI agent behind me swung to hit me again but Dr. Straton stepped in to stop him. I couldn’t hear what was being muttered but I did see Dr. Straton call in the nurses to help him out.
    “Hold her still.”
    “I haven’t done anything wrong damn it….don’t do this to me. Please I don’t know what is gong on or what I did wrong…..” My voice sounded heavy with drugs as I collapsed off the side of the bed and onto the floor. Dr. Straton yelled some command to the FBI agents but nothing happened; I only lost consciousness. The padded cell with cameras was my new room for the time being. They didn’t want to take any chances with me. I couldn’t understand myself.
    Suddenly the door to my new home opened and Dr. Straton and an FBI agent entered the silent room.
    “Izebella, how are you feeling?”
    “Why is it that you ask me that question every ******** day? You already know the answer to the question so why ask it?” I smarted off; the FBI agent seemed to like my sense of humor.
    “Pardon me for trying to see if there was a change in mood. Izebella meet FBI agent Anemia. Agent Anemia meet Izebella. I think you tricked her before, can you do it again?”
    “Hello dumbass, I’m sitting right here, I can hear your conversation. Knock it off already with the, oh she isn’t here and we can talk about her crap. Seriously it is getting old.” I muttered from the corner I could find. My life was starting to suck.
    “I’m sorry Izebella but until you can get yourself under control I have no choice but to keep you sedated. Good night Ize…” Was all I heard before loosing all control that I had built up in the last two weeks of my stay. I could hear guns firing but nothing seemed to stop me from attacking Dr. Straton. When I finally came to myself. I was covered in blood again and Dr. Straton was pronounced dead at the asylum. Nothing seemed to fit; this was apparently the second person I had killed in the last month and a half. What was wrong with me, that’s what I wanted to know. I could see more than one FBI agent approaching me with their guns pointed at my head; the voices in my head were applauding my behavior. Before I could react to the guns aimed for my brain, I felt something p***k my arm and then everything went black. I could still hear but I couldn’t see.
    “What did you inject her with Agent Todd?”
    “It causes temporary blindness; she won’t be able to see for a good five hours. Let’s hope she doesn’t attack again because I swear I will be the first one to…”
    “Shh….listen” Ordered Agent Anemia.
    “I didn’t do anything wrong damn it…why are you doing this to me…shut up! SHUT UP ALREADY! Don’t do this to me….”
    “Izebella, who are you talking to?”
    They said it wouldn’t hurt, they said it wouldn’t get you into trouble. They only wanted to talk and look what you did! LOOK DAMN IT!
    “I CANT SEE ANYTHING…..PLEASE STOP ALREADY. I can’t take this anymore. GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!” I screamed at nothing. The agents went to find a doctor or nurse that could help me but the only staff available were the ones in the second building; block M was for patients that killed and couldn’t remember what happened. I told you to look; now I’m going to have to show you what you did to Mathew. If you survive the flashback, I’ll be waiting. “SHUT UP, I DIDN’T KILL MATHEW! YOU KILLED HIM AND BLAMED ME FOR IT! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!” I yelled to the wall. Agent Anemia bent down beside me and placed his hands on my shoulders. My eyes had glazed over from the injection so I couldn’t see him in front of me.
    “Izebella?” He muttered in my ear but I couldn’t hear anything but ringing noises. I collapsed and couldn’t move. Agent Anemia was shouting something but I was going into shock from the memory of the flashback. The door swung open and I felt like I was being lifted off the ground and carried off somewhere. It was only then did I remember that I was shot twice when I attacked Dr. Straton and I was loosing way too much blood. My vision was coming back sooner than expected…

    To be continued in the next issue.