‘Make sure you keep an eye on him. He still hasn’t quite fully recovered yet.’ I heard the nurse say to my mom.
‘Don’t worry. I’ll bring him back on Monday.’
As we walked out of the hospital, I saw my father in the car waiting for me. I gave him a smile but he didn’t smile back. He seemed worried.
‘Are you sure he’s fine to leave the hospital for the weekend?’
‘I’m sure he will be fine.’ I heard my mom whispering.
By the time we had hit the road, the sky began to pour with rain. The dirty road soon turned into nothing but mud. The ride was getting more and more unpleasant and bumpy.
‘Oh well,’ I thought to myself. At least I could have a holiday away from that awful hospital where they always kept me in a small room.
Soon, the sky was filled with darkness. Even with the headlights on, we could still hardly see clearly. In the distance, a figure appeared. As we drove closer, we saw a man without an umbrella. He waved and we stopped by him.
‘Excuse me, Sir. Would you mind giving me a lift? I’m not going far, just down the road.’
‘Alright, hop on. We’re going the same way anyway,’ replied my father. He’s always so kind and helpful. ‘Horrible weather we’re having, don’t you think?’
‘It’s usually like this around this time of the year.’
The hitchhiker was sitting next to me in the back of the car. I looked at his face and saw that he had a huge scar on his face. He was carrying a bag, a BIG heavy bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shiny object in his bag. A knife! Why would a person be carrying a knife? I began to worry about his intention. I was petrified.
As we drove on, we passed a big gloomy building, ‘What’s this big building in the middle of nowhere?’ My father asked suddenly.
‘Oh, that’s just the West Hill Prison. I heard they keep the most dangerous criminals there, mostly murderers,’ the stranger replied calmly.
He gave me a glance and a smile.
My heart began to race, ‘What’s he going to do? Who is he??’
We passed a sign soon. In the dim lights, I could make out a few words: “WARNING. HITCHHIKERS MAY BE ESCAPED PRISONERS”
‘I’m going to kill your family,’ I heard a voice suddenly. I immediately looked at the stranger. He looked back smiling.
‘I’m going to kill your parents and then will deal with you.’ I heard the voice again. However, my parents didn’t seem hearing that.
‘I’m going to kill your parents now!’
‘That’s it!’ I thought. I quickly unlocked the car door and pushed the stranger out,’ I looked out the back window of the car and heard a scream. The hitchhiker had been flattened by a lorry. My parents stopped the car.
‘I’ve saved my parents,’ I thought.
‘I’d told you … wasn’t ready to leave! He hasn’t fully recovered. I told you this WAS a mistake. I heard my father saying to my mom, who was sobbing.
I was questioned by the police for my actions but they did not believe what I said. They said the hitchhiker was a worker. In his bag were his tools for work. They didn’t find a knife. They said I had imagined it ALL.
My parents brought me back to the hospital, and the nurse took me into a room. They closed the door and locked it firm, leaving me there alone. On the door of the room, there was a sign. ‘Special room for patients with severe mental disorders’
This would be my home for the next ten years.
As we walked out of the hospital, I saw my father in the car waiting for me. I gave him a smile but he didn’t smile back. He seemed worried.
‘Are you sure he’s fine to leave the hospital for the weekend?’
‘I’m sure he will be fine.’ I heard my mom whispering.
By the time we had hit the road, the sky began to pour with rain. The dirty road soon turned into nothing but mud. The ride was getting more and more unpleasant and bumpy.
‘Oh well,’ I thought to myself. At least I could have a holiday away from that awful hospital where they always kept me in a small room.
Soon, the sky was filled with darkness. Even with the headlights on, we could still hardly see clearly. In the distance, a figure appeared. As we drove closer, we saw a man without an umbrella. He waved and we stopped by him.
‘Excuse me, Sir. Would you mind giving me a lift? I’m not going far, just down the road.’
‘Alright, hop on. We’re going the same way anyway,’ replied my father. He’s always so kind and helpful. ‘Horrible weather we’re having, don’t you think?’
‘It’s usually like this around this time of the year.’
The hitchhiker was sitting next to me in the back of the car. I looked at his face and saw that he had a huge scar on his face. He was carrying a bag, a BIG heavy bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shiny object in his bag. A knife! Why would a person be carrying a knife? I began to worry about his intention. I was petrified.
As we drove on, we passed a big gloomy building, ‘What’s this big building in the middle of nowhere?’ My father asked suddenly.
‘Oh, that’s just the West Hill Prison. I heard they keep the most dangerous criminals there, mostly murderers,’ the stranger replied calmly.
He gave me a glance and a smile.
My heart began to race, ‘What’s he going to do? Who is he??’
We passed a sign soon. In the dim lights, I could make out a few words: “WARNING. HITCHHIKERS MAY BE ESCAPED PRISONERS”
‘I’m going to kill your family,’ I heard a voice suddenly. I immediately looked at the stranger. He looked back smiling.
‘I’m going to kill your parents and then will deal with you.’ I heard the voice again. However, my parents didn’t seem hearing that.
‘I’m going to kill your parents now!’
‘That’s it!’ I thought. I quickly unlocked the car door and pushed the stranger out,’ I looked out the back window of the car and heard a scream. The hitchhiker had been flattened by a lorry. My parents stopped the car.
‘I’ve saved my parents,’ I thought.
‘I’d told you … wasn’t ready to leave! He hasn’t fully recovered. I told you this WAS a mistake. I heard my father saying to my mom, who was sobbing.
I was questioned by the police for my actions but they did not believe what I said. They said the hitchhiker was a worker. In his bag were his tools for work. They didn’t find a knife. They said I had imagined it ALL.
My parents brought me back to the hospital, and the nurse took me into a room. They closed the door and locked it firm, leaving me there alone. On the door of the room, there was a sign. ‘Special room for patients with severe mental disorders’
This would be my home for the next ten years.