Unfathomable

A Silent Scream

The sound of screaming was what had awakened Paige on her first real day at Taylorsville. It wasn't quite a woman's scream, didn't even sound human if she was being honest with herself.

The room she was in was clouded in darkness, a soft red glow came from under the only door. Casting a hellish gloom on her deformed room. She tried to lift her head up but was very swiftly denied. This shocked her for a moment and tried to move her hands, all she could do was muster her middle finger to shake, slightly.

What the fuck?! Am I paralyzed or something?

She opened her mouth to call for help but nothing came out, her mouth hung open in a frozen scream.

What the hell is happening right now. She thought to herself as she stared at the ceiling, mouth still gaping.

I can't move. I can't even breathe, I swear to god if they did something to me...

The door opened, a deep red filled her eyes and the rest of the room. She forced her head towards the light. In the door was a very tall figure. It was dressed in what appeared to be black robes, a wood cane appeared from under the darkness of his attire attached to a grotesquely decomposed hand, pointing the head of it at Paige. She watched this play out in front of her, it wasn't fear that started in her stomach, but anger.

Come and get me you sick fuck.

The figure, so tall that she couldn't see his face, did not come after her though. All it did was stand there and point the cane at her. The handle of the black wood cane had a silver crow's head on it, mouth open in a frozen scream, just like her. For some reason this pissed Paige off more than anything else.

What the hell is this thing, it's just standing there, pointing his fuckin' stick at me.

The rage hidden deep inside of her started to climb up her chest and into her throat. Her hands began to shake next to her.

Get the hell away from me! I'm gonna lose it. I'm going to lose it.

She was able to close her mouth finally, it came down fast and she bit her tongue.

Oh you're in for it now you perverted asshole.

Once she figured out how to close her mouth, that made the rest of it easy, well that and the rage that had boiled over and out of the pot that was labeled 'self control'. She threw herself out of the bed, her head screamed at her but she paid no mind.

All she could see was red and all she could feel was pure rage.

A scream came out of her that she had never heard before as she charged the cloaked figure with the crow cane. In fact it sounded a lot like the scream that had pulled her into this situation.

She was inches away from the figure, arms outstretched and her hands in fists. Her nails dug into her palms and started to draw blood, once again, she hadn't noticed.

"I GOT YOU NOW!" She screamed as she came head first into the metal door that separated her from the rest of the asylum.

The red faded away from her vision, and darkness once again consumed her.