My eyes slowly blinked open. I was normal, well for the most part, maybe I can still be normal. No, I doubt that that's possible now... Jeff is not himself, Mom and Dad are gone, and I feel like I'm in literal pieces. I sighed being alone with my thoughts as a nurse came in. I could barely understand her as the medication still had me a little lucid. "Well, good to see you're coming around, it's been about a week. I'd imagine you're really tired after fighting for your life. It's a miracle you survived that demon looking psycho batard's attack." My brows furrowed, who was she talking about. Jeff. My confusion turned to anger. 

Kill her

A voice inside my head chimed. I smiled, feeling myself give in to the voice's wishes. I glance around to see a tray of tools beside my bed and snatch up a pair of stainless steel scissors. I lunged at her, ramming the scissors into her eye socket. No matter what happened between me and Jeff, he was still my little brother and no one will talk down about him. The nurse tried to scream but I was just too fast for her to have a chance. "Shut up. Shut up. Shutupshutupshutup. SHUT UP!!" I said as she finally went limp beneath me.  I smiled somewhat satisfied with myself and the voice in my head chuckled. 

Good job, let's get out of her.

I complied with the demands, though each step hurt like hell. Like being sliced open all over again. I looked over at a chair in the now messy room, noting at the fresh, neatly piled clothing. I sighed, I pushed the fresh corpse under my bed, then grabbed paper towels from the restroom to clean the blood. I hissed in pain as I cleaned up the mess. Once done, I did my best to clean myself off in the restroom. I glanced over the clothes more thoroughly this time. Black jacket, green shirt, dark jeans, my converse, and a striped scarf. As I picked them up to dress, a note fell off. 

Brought a scarf for you just in case it gets cold 

(y/n)

I smiled, putting them on. Once fully dressed, I headed out of the room, navigating the hospital carefully. I ignored all the pain in my stomach as I stepped out into the cold wintery air. I sighed, knowing I can never be normal, I can never turn back. Jeff became a murder, and now, so have I.