We were too close to the stars~

My own enemy - One-shot

Laughs, laughs, laughs.

Every corridor I turned, I hear them. They were laughing at me, or were they? Did they haunt me? Did they hate me? What do they want from me? What had I done?

"Oh, where are you going, little girl?" The voice laughed. I ran and ran, never seeming to escape it.

The voice followed me, as if it was coming from my head, only. The corridors tightened, my breath quickened. I looked around in panic. The walls were moving, the paintings were corrupting. The floor wobbled, I fell. The voice got closer, I dwell.

"Leave!" I shouted, the voice didn't listen and continued laughing, "LEAVE!" I shouted once more.

My hands shook, my face morphed into one of confusion and anger. Fear had taken over, the voice was playing tricks on me.

"PLEASE, LEAVE!" I shouted once more, yelling louder than previous times. The voice didn't listen.

Laughs, laughs, laughs.

"Stop! Stop..." I screamed, my voice decreasing in volume as my throat tightened. I had broken into cold sweats as I looked around. Everywhere was moving, I was getting dizzy, the laughter was screwing itself inside me.

There was a loud ringing, one of a loud siren. I shook as I tried to get to a corner, crouching towards it. I covered my ears but the ringing didn't leave.

Laughs, rings, laughs, rings.

I sobbed and held my knees tight to my chest. Wheezing, I held my head down and tried to think of happy thoughts.

I rocked myself.

Back, forth, back, forth.

It didn't work. Everything was the same. The same scream I gave, the same loud siren, the same menacing laugh.

I panicked as I thought of what the laugh was coming from. Looking around, my eyes turned black. I saw nothing.

Just me and my room, but the laughs were there.

I walked towards my bedside mirror, looked at myself and noticed my mouth moving in a weird motion.

I placed my hands on them and closed it tightly, the laughs stopped. I let it out, the laugh continued. I was terrified.

I was causing myself such tragedy? I was causing myself such trauma? How?

Then, I ran out of my room, sprinting the flight of stairs, and jugging down a bottle of water. It helped, it stopped, I relaxed, I breathed.

I was my own enemy.

I had gone crazy.

I had created me and it was psychotic.

What is wrong with me?