Leemeot

A strange story of a thirteen year old kid killing people while under the influence of what appears to be a memory altering demon.

Sometimes, when I feel sad bad things happen. The pain takes over, and it just does things to me. A priest once told me, "If you look up to the lord, you will be saved." When I looked up-I saw sadness-the tears of the angels. I never saw the priest again.
The first time I felt sad, I was laying in my bed watching the television. My father was screaming in the next room, my mother... crying. I squirmed in my bed, and that's when I saw it. I heard my father yell my name, I jumped off my bed and watched the door.
My hands were so small around the object I picked up. My father yelled my name again. This sharp piece of rusted metal, I found one day on my way home from school. I heard the handle on my door shake, as it was being violently turned on the other side. I quickly looked around, as my father yelled my name from outside the door. I started to cry, but something inside me took over.
When I woke up I was covered in blood. My mother was laying in the kitchen, with multiple knives stabbed into her body. My father was in the big white chair with the rusted piece of in his gut. He was slightly breathing, his eyes closed, and his hand was tightly gripping another knife.
I tried to stand but pain shot throughout my body, originating at my left leg. I laid back, and slowly reached my hand to my leg. The open gash was just above my knee. I started to breath heavily as I pulled my hand back. I jumped as there was a knock on the door. It was our neighbor, Mrs. Kare. She had a daughter, Kameele Kare. She continued to knock and speak through the open window in the kitchen. She was questioning about why there was screaming, and if my father... my dead father was drunk.
It took her a few minutes to see my father's bloody corpse sitting in the chair. Mrs. Kare wasn't the average house-wife, she was build to withstand hurricane force winds. Her foot de-hinged the door as her foot blew through it. The inside was a bloody mess. There was blood all over the walls and some sort of word was written in the window.
Mrs. Kare saw me and quickly ran over. Asking me questions: Are you alright, what happened... I just nodded.
She quickly called an ambulance, and she didn't dare move me. She tried to, but quickly understood how much pain I was in. The ambulance was there in ten or fifteen minutes. They bandaged my leg and gave me fair warning that I was going to be in pain, which I was, when they put me on the stretcher.
I heard the word from one of the paramedics, "Leemeot." I was in the hospital in no time. They had asked me if I wanted some medicine to make the pain go away. They didn't wait for an answer when they put the breathing mask on my face. I woke up...
The doctor that was cleaning my wound, looked at me. He called something to his nurse. She replied and pointed to the machine attached to my mask. The doctor said something and I was drowsy. I slowly looked around while the nurse and the doctor argued. The doctor walked around the bed and looked at the machine. He checked everything, and turned the dial.
I woke up, but this time the room was empty. I looked around and saw the clock on the wall. Three in the morning, I groaned. My stomach growled at me like a starving dog. I jumped off the bed ripping the I.V. out of my arm. I was expecting to feel something, but instead I just saw my blood drip from the small opening.
I walked out of the room, just to see a nurse with her back turned to me sitting behind a counter. I walked over to the counter, and looked at her. She turned with a smile, and asked what she could do for me. She looked beyond me and saw my door open. She shot up and asked me where my I.V. was. I pointed to my blood dripping from my arm.
She started to panic and begin to rip open cabinets. She nearly through a small first aid kit down the hall before it smashed open against a wall. I watched her fall to her knees to gather the contents that spilled all over the floor. My blood was still dripping from my arm, I turned to the counter. I reached my hand over and grabbed a tissue paper. I folded it twice, and placed it over my tiny wound.
When the nurse turned around, I was gone. I walked throughout the halls of the hospital until I found the cafeteria. It was dark, and the only person there was sleeping. Face down on the table with a mug in his right hand.
I woke up... I was lying in my hospital bed. I looked around and everything was the same. My I.V. was in and my head hurt. I noticed a small remote that had a red button on it. I grabbed it and pressed the red button. A nurse walked in, with a smile. I was so sick of all the smiling. Why are they so happy? The nurse came over and checked the I.V.
I groaned, as my vision cleared. My face was wet, and I was on the ground. I pushed my self up and glanced down. Blood, and a lot of it. It covered my hands and dripped from my face. I rolled over with multiple stab wounds in my chest. It hurt to breath, and it hurt even more to sit up. I coughed as I looked around the room. There was the nurse, with my I.V. stand erupting from her skull.
With enough force, I guessed it was possible for that to happen. I just stood up as a Doctor cried in the doorway. Moments later, the room was besieged by police officers. I was relocated and treated for the injections from the needles the nurse stabbed me with.
They couldn't figure out why the nurse would try to kill me. She was the nicest girl they new. They questioned everyone, even me. The doctor explained to him that the nurse injected me with a drug that erased my most recent memories. How Ironic, I couldn't remember anything anyway.
That night was a very long night. The police didn't leave, there was a car pileup with more then 30 people involved. My room was shared with an old lady. She didn't live very long, and her spot was replaced by a man with many tattoos.
He looked at me and smile. The nurse was gone, and I stepped out of my bed. I loved the feel of the hospital pillow. I looked over and the tattooed man was violently shaking. I looked around quickly and grabbed the remote. I pushed the button numerous times before a nurse entered. There wasn't much she could do, the man was dead.
The nurse looked at me for a split second and then left. A police officer walked in and asked me some questions. I didn't say much.
I heard so many cries, yells, moans coming from in the hallway. The man had been taken and replaced with a young girl. She was crying slightly. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. She had her hands over her ears and was in the fetal position. I opened my mouth to say something, but stopped.
I fell asleep and when I woke up everything was quiet. I glanced over and the little girl was sleeping as well. She was mumbling something, I got up and got closer. The word she said over and over was "Leemeot." I stood there and looked at her, and I couldn't react fast enough to avoid her. She gripped my throat with her hand and mumbled, Leemeot into my face.
I woke up with a Police Officer on top of my. The little girls face was gone and I had hand cuffs around my wrists. I groaned as the police officer said my rights. I didn't struggle but I constantly asked what happened. Everyone seemed to ignore me as I was walked out into a squad car. After what seemed like a few days, a police officer took me to a strange building.
Not only was it huge, It said Happy Asylum on it. I was admitted into it, and it has been three years. I am sixteen now, and when I get out... I will kill. I learned a lot while I was here, and my inner demon wants out.