Your Knife My Back, My Gun Your Head

He woke up; his head hurting like a bitch. He tried to take his hand to his head but it was stuck. He tried with the other one. Also stuck. He sat up a bit. Looking around in the room. A hospital? Why was he in a hospital?
Some doctors saw that he was awake and got into the room. “Good morning Mr. Way. How are you feeling?” a blonde old doctor said. He looked at her. “My head hurts like hell. You?” He smile at her. “I’m fine thank you. Now, would you please answer these men some questions?” she said nodding to two police men sitting in some chairs across the room. He did not have the time to answer their stupid questions now. He rolled his eyes and nodded.
They got on their feet and were soon by his bed. “So… Gerard, if I may call you that, I’m-“
“No, don’t call me that”
“Ooookay, anyway, I’m going to go straight to the point. Did you kidnap and kill those girls?” The tallest policeman said. He tried to up as much as a surprised smile he could, know it would probably just look fake. “Me? Why would I kidnap and kill girls? I have better stuff to do.” He kept his voice cold. He could feel his heart racing, he was so pissed already.
A beautiful young nurse came into the room and saw all the people here. “No wonder his heart is racing! Get out of his room!” He raised an eyebrow at her as she chased the people out his room. She turned and smiled at him. A beautiful smile with clean white teeth.
He sat his hazel eyes in her and looked at her blush. “Sorry about that! I should have kept them out of your room. They must have snuck in when I was off guard!” He smiled ward at her. “That’s all fine Sweetie!” She blushed at his words. He loved this, slowly getting in control.
*three weeks later*
They had finally let his hands go. But his feet were still cuffed to the bed.He and Alice had been talking much and she really seemed to like him. Alice is the nurse by the way.
Just the other day they had been talking for three hours until he had almost choked on his own breath. Yes he did that quite often now. The ax Nora had hit him with had made more damage than expected.
Right now he was lying alone in his room. The police men had just left. Today they had told him they were going to send his case on the television. Everyone in the world would just in a few hours know his face, know what he has done.
There were going to be forums dedicated to him, questioning what he had done.
There were going to be psychologists who were going to fight to get sessions or even just see or talk to him. They would even talk to the girls, his girls, his lovely pets. They could not get publicity, they were whores.
A thing hit him, what would happen to his lovely Asylum? Would they burn it? Would they make it into a museum? He thought about it for a second…


‘SOMEBODY TOLD ME’

Notes

yey! im so good at updating! Ive heard someone was afraid he was dead, calm down! he isnt!

Sorry if anything is misspelled and if the grammar sucks!

And I re-named the story :3 yey <3
Love you all! <3 <3 (ps: thanks for all the comments! <3)


~FabolousKilljoy