Blood began to seep through the boy’s pale, grey shirt. He gasped for breath and collapsed against the meat grinder behind him. Anthony leaped into action; he grabbed the boy, laid him down on the cement floor once again and pressed his hands onto the spot where the razor was sticking out. I could risk hurting him if I remove the razor; it could cause more veins to rip, he thought to himself; the razor is so deep in his body, it’s best to leave it where it is for right now. Anthony was very intelligent on healing wounds; being a sailor, people got hurt all of the time on boats.

“Here,” he shout to Johanna as he slid his army knife across the floor to her, “Use this to cut the bottom of your dress off; I need the fabric to make a tourniquet! Hurry”!

She quickly and swiftly cut the bottom of her skirt off and threw the fabric to Anthony. He wrapped it many times, around the spot that was gushing blood, and around the razor. He swiftly ran over and grabbed one of the long wooded planks that the pies were cooked in and placed the boy on top.

“Constable, I know you cannot speak, but please, help me carry him to the hospital, it’s just down the road.” The constable nodded and grabbed the other end of the stretcher; the two ran off into the darkness, leaving Johanna alone in the darkness of the meat house.

She glanced around the room, looking at all of the blood and gore, letting the fear and death engulf her. She headed up stairs, and then realized that before Mr. Todd attacked her, something had caught her eye up in his barber shopped. Glancing around to make sure she was alone, she progressed up the stairs and entered the torture chamber to so many men.

She then saw what had originally caught her eye, a photograph on the desk of the demon barber. Why it had caught her eye, she did not know, but she somehow was drawn to it. She picked it up and saw that it was a photo of a man, a woman, and a baby. The woman was pale with yellow hair, and Johanna noticed they looked very similar, except for their eyes, in which the woman’s was blue, and Johanna’s was grey hazel. The man, she discovered after looking at him very carefully, was Mr. Todd, but he looked much better. He had beautiful brown, silky hair that was neatly slicked back. He wore very rich clothes, and had not a spec of dirty on him, but the most captivating feature was his crystal clear, grey hazel eyes.

It hit Johanna just then; she tore the photo out of the frame and located the year on the back of it; it was from 18 years prior. Oh my lord, he…he was…my father.

The frame slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. The noise brought her back into reality, and she fled from her father’s barber shop and from her horrific realization.

Anthony and the mute constable soon arrived at the hospital, where the small boy was rushed into surgery. Anthony was left in the hospital waiting room all alone, for the poor constable had been taken in for a surgical operation of his face. The building that was connected to this one was the asylum where Johanna had been kept; where she shot the doctor.

The memory sent shivers down Anthony’s spine. He prayed for the boy to be alright; Then again, how could anyone be alright after that kind of experience.

After what seemed like hours, two doctors exited separate operating rooms to give Anthony news. The first one began to speak, “The constable will be fine in a few weeks time; we put stitches in his face to keep the wounds together so they can heal,”, but the other said, “As for the boy, he is alive and well, but there are some…complications. This amount of trauma has put him over the edge; his brain….it couldn’t deal with it. He seems now to be suffering from schizophrenia, but not even a normal case.”

“Isn’t schizophrenia abnormal enough? What could be worse?”

“Well, in most cases…the personality divides into two, but his…I’ve never seen anything like it before!”