INSANE

【4】

As I was brought back to my "room", or rather the room I woke up in, the bitter taste of the "treatment" the nurse force-fed me wouldn't leave my mouth. I wasn't given any water or liquid to drink. I felt dehydrated, but I didn't say anything about it.

Elizabeth was wheeling me down a long, winding hallway, but it was different than the hallway from before. It didn't have as much walking space. I estimated that if two people passed at once, they'd collide. To add to that, the light bulbs hanging down from the ceiling were spread apart large distances, causing the windowless hallway to appear dim.

"W-Where are we going?" I inquired in small voice. The doors along the sides of the hallway looked old, some open and some closed. From inside the rooms, it sounded like people were banging and screaming as if they were being tortured. I wouldn't say it wasn't possible.

The nurse didn't reply to my question this time. She kept pushing me with a firm grip, the wheelchair squeaking along the hallway.

Suddenly, a sound emerged from further down the hallway. A sound that I never heard before, only recognized from horror movies.

It was the sound of a drill. A drill that my father used to use for wood when he would build things. But this drill sound was complete with a male's screams. Screams of help, screams of fear, screams of confusion.

By the second the screams grew louder; and soon, the drill sounded like it was right next to my ear. The metallic drill sound drilled right through my skull, causing my brain to distort my vision.

We quickly passed by the door where it was all coming from. It was a rusted, old metal door, similar to the ones I saw before, but very different at the same time. Through my blurred, fuzzy and dizzy vision, I could make out a man wearing a suit with an old styled welding mask over his face. His vision was focused on another man who was strapped down to a hospital bed. He was...shrieking.

And in the man-with-the-welding-mask's hand, was a drill. It didn't look like any drill I ever saw before. It was a different color, a different shape and a different size than my father's drill.

The drill was aimed at the screaming man's head.

That was all I needed to see. As anxiety and fear overtook me, everything went black.

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"She's really unstable," a woman spoke in a rough voice. "She's been passing out time after time. And she was talking about two girls named Scarlett and Jade. Have you ever heard those names before, Barbara? It's out of this world."

It was the other woman's turn to talk. Her name must be Barbara. "I don't know Elizabeth. Those names sound like colors."

That's who the first woman was. Nurse Elizabeth. "That's what I was thinking. Doctor Harold is debating whether she should get shock therapy or not. He hypothesizes that starvation might cure her better."

Those exact words set me off once more. I went into a place hoping I'd wake up in my bedroom at home, this whole thing a dream.

But I knew this was too real to be a nightmare.