꧁ Short Stories ꧂

Maniac pt.1

Insane. That is the word that they call you. You still don't have a clue about what's happening. Since they hauled you here into this cool, old, dim asylum with screams of agony echoing through the hallways and nurses muttering stuff about healing you. Over two years have passed at this point, and nothing has happened. No doctors, no diagnosis, no report from an external perspective or people who considered themselves your friends. You have no clue about what's happening, already have quit monitoring how long you have been caught here at this point, realizing that each try to escape would simply be a waste of time and energy.

You know this, as it is one of the things that you've attempted to do on many occasions in the main long stretches of being here. In any case, you quit doing that because of the "treatment" that followed after that, as the medical attendants call it. Treatment where you would be placed in ice-cold water, shocked with a taser, not given food for days and that's only one of many things. You actually don't have the slightest idea why you were taken that evening. Everything appeared to be so normal and though nothing was. You just returned home from a party and gave your parents a decent night kiss. But you also know why you can't leave and live a normal life, even if you would ever have the chance to do so. Because of the voices.

The shadows and their luring words. You can't touch them but still feel their presence. They can touch you somehow and move stuff around, but never tried to harm you. You saw the first of them around five weeks after you were taken from your home. You got vaccinated by an unusually grinning nurse and were unconscious for a couple of hours. As you woke up, back in your cold and dark cell, you didn't have the smallest idea why you blacked out.

The cells are genuine cells, with bars rather than entryways and a little bed, yet nothing else in them. The dull figure showed up in the middle of the night after you just had a bad dream. Each persistent gets secured with a belt to their bed around evening time that they can't escape. So when you opened your eyes, two bright sparkling yellow ones gazed back at them. From the outset, you thought it was sleep paralysis or something but soon realized it's not after you, you really started communicating.

It has helped you every time you got in trouble by diverting watchmen, calming you down during anxiety attacks, and, at night cuddling with you when you were cold. It never uncovered its name, each time you asked it just reacted with: "Don't you worry, one day I will come and save you. I will find a way."

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Pheeeewww. I just spent two hours on this, rereading everything, splitting the parts up, rereading, checking grammar and spelling mistakes and now it's 3:06 am. So please forgive me if its not perfect but I will continue tomorrow/ today :)