Chapter four- escaping the sanatorium for the crazy
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The influx of emotions and memories of Shane Nostra from the present made my head ache so much. It was like all the memories combined into one, I was him and he was me. Whatever he felt when he was alive I inherited, I had his goals and his achievements, his dreams and feats, his happy and sad moments. Most of his happy moments were with his mom which left me wondering how he was going to find a girlfriend. He really loved his mother and I couldn’t blame him, she was his companion for all his life and this was without considering that the woman did everything for him and with him. They laughed together when happy, cried together when something bad happened, consoled each other most of the times…they were emotional supports to each other. His most sad moment and now mine was when he learnt that his father impregnated his mother and left her in the streets. That was what Shane Nostra lived to hate. His need for revenge partly kept him alive though his mother always steered him from the thoughts. If I was to be a judge then I would thank that man because without him, Shane wouldn’t be born at all and I wouldn’t have been reincarnated at all. If I find him ever again, I will make sure that I thank him first then kill him for dealing many troubles to my mom.
I was now a seventeen year old, a student from Southside high school poor with no friends apart from the fat dude, Buch. The guy might be considered a bit rich since his family worked in some newspaper office up north, white collars as referred in this period. Dude was rich but still followed me around the school like I was some sort of his best friend. There were like a hundred students whom he could easily be friends with if not me, the poor thin guy. Anyway, I must find a way to get me and my mom rich then after that I would start my revenge spree, find the righteous sect if they even existed in this plane.
When I was up again, I was a different changed person. Not only the Shane Nostra from the past but both of them…me. Not so different….
“Bloody hell?” I shouted “Sanatorium for the insane?”
Well I didn’t know what the f**k Sanatorium meant but insane? I knew insane was crazy. My hands were joined in front of my chest with a shirt that made it impossible for me to move. Leather straps crossed around my chest, waist and legs tying me to the small bed I lay on. The room I was currently in was small, small enough to fit five of me…if I was as huge as before and white in color, how I grew to dislike that color.
“Where am I?” I shouted at the door. The silence that bounced from it was the only response I got. I hated small spaces, if only I was in my prime I would have freed myself in an instant.
“Get me out of here” I shouted in irritation as I struggled to free myself from the bondage that tied me to the bed in a frenzied manner. I continued to do so until I heard hurried footsteps come over the room’s way.
“About time….” I said when two large men in blue attires entered the room
“The dose wore out fast, he wasn’t supposed to be up for the next three hours” one of them told the other
“We can double it…” the other replied
“Double what? I’m right here, why does everyone keep ignoring me? I’m in no need of any type of dose” I shrieked
“Did you carry it?”
“No,”
“Go get it then”
“I’m not insane nut jobs …I’m okay” I said interrupting their conversation
“ They all say that” one chuckled then left the room leaving the other gazing at me lazily like he had encountered many other similar cases.
“Why am I here?” I inquired
“You are crazy… I heard you said Doctor Raphael was hatched, you couldn’t even recognize your own mother. The bullet really messed you up here…” the man pointed at his brain
“I’M NOT CRAZY” I shouted almost frothing my eyes bulging out of its sockets. After I scanned the man’s smirky expression I took a deep breath to calm myself. Of course he would never understand the concept of reincarnation so I couldn’t bother explaining it to him.
“I’m not crazy” I said silently and innocently “I remember my mother, I am Shane Nostra, okay…I’m not crazy, we cool? And don’t act like you haven’t seen Doctor Raphael’s extra shiny bald head”
The man c****d his head to the side as if considering what I just said.
“You are crazy” he bitterly smiled “and after six months you will be fine and fixed… medication protocol for the crazy”
I took a whole minute just thinking of ways I could make the man cry for what he just said. And trust me, I had over a million ways to do so but the only problem was my physique. My face turned different shades of colors as I gritted my teeth very pissed off at the man. I heaved heavily glaring at the man
“f**k YOU” I shouted at him loudly realizing I could do nothing about the pent up anger in me except shout at him.
The man shook his head as if I was just proving his point
“Ever saw yourself in the mirror?” I taunted “you have the thinnest lips in the whole world…can you even smack them? They are like two pieces of papers stapled on your face, I really pity your girlfriend”
The man’s expression turned stern. It didn’t even bother me that he was way huger than me.
“Yeah, you look like a candy on a stick. I suggest you build your lower body too…try running”
The man took out a phone and dialed a number his hands trembling “triple the number of the doses” he said roughly then hung up
“Even if you make them ten doses it won’t change the fact that you have thin lips and a ridiculous body shape…how do you kiss your girlfriend anyway?” I laughed “or you don’t have one…I’m sorry. But you could make a good club stripper, I know some men who can be into you…”
“Shut up” the man almost shouted. His companion entered at the same moment with four syringes.
“I hate him” the man said snatching the syringes from the other’s arm
“Wait, wait” I said making the man stop midway “Can I call you Tom and Tommy…”
“Okay, Tom and Tommy, “ I said when they gave me angry eyes “In about ten seconds I will slip out of these leather straps , I will knock you on your nuts and while the dumb one still stands surprised , I will stab him with one of the syringes”
“Ridiculous” the man shook his head and motioned for the other to hold me down
“Wait…” I stopped them again. “Wait…five seconds”
They looked at each other then at me like I was the worst kind of insane they have ever seen
“Two…one, okay let’s do it”
Just when the other one was going to grab my arms, I slipped out of the constrictions. One of the perks of being thin. As I had said, I smiled as I kicked the first one on the nuts with my thin knuckles, not much but they successfully made the large man yelp and fall on the ground. The other one was standing stupefied as he stared at me, hell he didn’t even notice when I stabbed him on his neck. I proceeded to take the other syringes and lock them in the room I was inside.
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