Silence (Psychos Trilogy Creepy Pasta)

Chapter 13: Inmate 756

The treatment from the guards was cruel. I wasn't fed on most days and had become rather malnourished. Miss Hathaway would bring me supplements to help me gain and keep my weight but they were in small quantities. What she did when I had asked her if she knew haunted me.

I wasn't sure of anything anymore even more so I have and am losing and lost myself. I don't escape anymore in fear of seeing my father coming from the woods. With more of a raging insanity then the one that is brooding inside of my skin. From time to time I would have an episode but my hands were in no better condition then before. I was known as Knuckles from the other inmates.

Even though I was sectioned off from the men, I would end up in schedule formation with them. Which meant showering, and Eating with them. Of course they stared but for some reason when they met my gaze they would flash fear. I never understood considering they were merciless killers, and I was just a mercilessly accused killer.

It was three hours or more a day inside my cell. No mirror, no nothing to help me even see myself. I had a hard time remembering what I looked like and at such a young age I was put here. Daniel would only visit once a month now. I would pick up the phone and see him there a small smile on his face as he pressed his hand to the glass.

"756...please step forward." A man said knocking a heavy baton on the bars of my cell. There was a red line keeping the guards at a distance away from me. I steppe forward as I felt the chains and the leather belt wrapped around my waist.

"You have so much to learn before you see our faces." The guard said to me looking me in the eyes.

My eyes widened as sweat started to bead on my forehead and neck. I swallowed a lump in my throat looking at the guard. He looked at me confused,as if he hadn't said a word.

My hands started to shake as his face began to ripple and static. Showing the silent laughing grin and blood dripped onto my gloves. My breath became ragged as I let out screams of terror.

"Sedate her she isn't going to head to the therapy room like this!" Hissed an older man. I struggled trying to free myself as the terrifying face just stared me down. It's red eyes quivering and shivering as if agitated.

"Get away!" I screamed rising my hands and slamming my bandaged knuckles into its face. It didn't react when I hit it though it just let out a squeal of excitement.

I felt a need press into my skin as my eyes rolled in the back of my head.

My heart thrummed in my ears a slow calmed pace.
let out a slow blink. It was very bright.

"There we go wake up 756." A voice purred. Opening my eyes wider this time I saw three men wearing surgeon masks and four guards holding the corners of the metal table I was on.

"We'll fix you just right." The doctor ran a latex gloved hand along my cheek bone. I flinched away my heart sped up as I saw the shackles. I wriggled my hands thrusting and forcing my body upward almost lifting the chains off.

I felt a hard smack making me stop in my tracks. I look to the guard who had done it.

I glared at him. He didn't seem to care a sick and sadistic smile formed in his face. "756 meet 81 he has been cured and since he didn't have a home he enlisted as the commanding officer of the security force here." The doctor said admiring 81.

"YOUR CRAZY!" I yell but all the head surgeon did was laugh.

"So says the one on the table but your very delusional a bit of flash therapy will solve you."
He said as he shown a bright blue light over my eyes.i felt the cold metal clamps hold my eyelids open as he turned on a machine.