Bandages and knives

Date: 12/15/2016

I found myself sitting down in white sun lit room with a woman in a nurses outfit tightly wounding my hands thick in bandages, as I was told that I had been in a fire and was knocked unconscious therefore wouldn't remember much other than the smoke. I never once looked down at my hands to see the damage done. I scowled as I thought of how I would be able to defend myself, I hissed in frustration as the small nurse with dark brown hair tugged on my bandages one last time, successfully securing my hands conpletly ignoring my small outburst. I then finally blurted out " When do you think I'll be able to take these off? " Her smile falters as pity sweeps across her face causing me to squirm under her gaze. She simply ignored my question and led me to the house next door that I would be living in for what would feel like forever. I have now been in this damn house for weeks and no sign of me being able to take off the bandages which wasn't the only thing ticking me off. Being handicapped with my hands was horrible when I now had to rely on one of the two people who I now had to live with. Holiday, a quiet, late twenties red head who helped me with everything always worsened my mood to think about. The second person was a man in his early thirties who I would only catch glimpses of from the time that I've spent here. I was not to leave the house since I stepped foot in here , Holiday saying it wasn't safe in her hushed voice. And I was forbbiden to enter the basement door in the kitchen myseteriously. Then one day as I was sitting on the couch looking out into the cold weather with Holiday sitting across the room from me ,my paitence snapped. I launched myself off my seat abd bulted up the stairs to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it as I heard Holidays quick steps patter up the stairs. I quickly yanked out my knife that I hid in NY waist with the nubs I would call hands, with extreme difficulty and cut the bandages away. completely ignoring the shouts of worry and bangs against the door I slid the knife into the bandage of my right hand and lift upwards ignoring the sting against my palm till I tore away enough layers so that I could finish the job with my teeth. once I finished I looked down at my hand to see one very pale, pinkish unscratched hand. what the hell was going on?!........