I woke up in a cold dark room except for this time I wasn't tied up,
I started hearing voices,
Seeing shadow people everywhere in the room,
I heard my mom shouting at me,
you are worthless,
you are nothing but a mistake,
kill yourself
a man at the grocery store trying to kill you
trash can
you psycho
wanna play hide and seek
say cheeseeeee
please don't kill me I don't wanna die maybe I should kill myself
I put my hands on my ears trying to block away all those voices, but there is no use.
The three maids I killed appears in the room 'why did you killed us we just planning on celebrating your birthday'
'Why? Y/N why?'
'It hurts so much when you stabbed us'
'we just wanna celebrate your birthday and you killed us'
I got up and ran to the door trying to open it but it is locked, "LET ME OUTTTT" I kicked the door again and again my feet started to bleed.
I felt weaker and weaker my head was spinning the voices value went to it highest level,
I fall to down the floor.
[Time Skip]
You woke up in a familiar bed,
not tied up,
no hand cuff,
the scent you were longing to feel was wandering around you,
A scent that cannot be put into words,
Lavender.
"You're awake" since I first heard her voice, I stopped using sleeping pills. She walked over and sat on the chair next to my bed, she held my hand in hers.
"where am I?" I asked then those tears started to roll down again...
"You're in my office, sweetheart" she placed a soft kiss on my hand,
"Are they coming for me?" I widen my eyes and sat up,
"There's no one coming to get you, sweetie. You're safe here with me, always" I hugged her and she did the same,
"I don't think I like it here anymore, Diane..." I whispered as my tears kept rolling down,
"I'll get you out of here, I promise." She looked back at my face and wiped away my tears,
"But how?"
"You'll see"
"Diane..."
"yes baby"
"you are not going to kill me, are you?"
"honey... I can never lay a hand on this pretty face" she came closer to my face and place a kiss on my nose, you both heard a knocked on the door.
Diane told you to pretend to go back to sleep, you did as she said.
"come in" she said,
"Ms. Sherman we need to have a talk" A nun said,
"Oh yes we do"
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| MY WAY | Diane Sherman
FanfictionDiane Sherman X Reader ff ❦ I suffered from Bipolar disorder (aka manic-depressive disorder). I was the goddess, the star which shine so bright, I can be whatever I want, then I end up in a madhouse (aka an insane asylum) [Briarcliff] but who cares...