He looks at the white wall blankly
The medicine kicks off rather quickly. He can feel his body going numb.
He lost control...again.
But he knows it is not his fault.
He shouldn't be here.
HE IS NOT CRAZY!!
At least that is what he tells himself.
At least that is what he believes.
His lifeless eyes begin to droop. But he struggles keeping them open. The dark wrinkly circles around his eyes contrast to his sickly pale skin...almost making him look like a zombie. His cheeks bones very prominent with no flesh at all on his face...let alone his body.
He is not crazy.
He just want to see blood.
He is not crazy
And he wants to murder everyone in this damned mental asylum.
He is not crazy.
And this voice that keeps singing strange songs in his head. He hears it...loud and clear.
Drip drop drip drop
In my hands...
I just want to see you dead
Bleeding from your cut so wide
Want to feel your blood on mine
Drip drop drip drop
In my hands
I can't wait until you're...
DEAD.
( It takes the twinkle twinkle little star tune.)
He is not crazy.
And he scratches his wrists sighing in satisfaction as his sharp nails dig into his flesh...drawing out blood.
He is not crazy.
His eyes finally shut and he lays limb on the narrow bed. Drowning out all the sounds of chaos in this sick place.
But he knows...
He is not crazy.
Even as he is engulfed in darkness...hearing screams and feeling a hand around his throat...even as he feels like he is being submerged into freezing waters...even when he envisions a demon clawing at his soul...taking control...
He knows he is not crazy...far from it.
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He jolts up. Gasping.
He clasps his neck, as if trying to pry away some invincible hands that are choking him. His eyes roll back as he chokes himself, all in the name of saving himself from the hands that are choking him.
" I will kill you!" He growls before gagging and struggling to gasp for air. The sudden sound of a door being roughly opened makes him stop struggling as he feels the hands retreating from his neck.
He gasps for a much needed amount of air before coughing and coughing again which turn to loud cackles. He begins laughing while tears stream down his cheeks.
"Come back! Come back you fucking coward! Come kill me you pathetic loser!" He shouts at no one in particular as the doctor restrains him from lashing out again.
" Yoongi. Stop."
The doctor's authoritative voice makes Yoongi calm down almost immediately. And a sick grin takes over the patient's face.
" Oh hey Doctor Wang!!! You missed a huge show!"
He laughs as he suddenly kneels on the bed. He pulls the doctor closer to him and wraps his arms around his neck.
" Yoongi, that was just another hallucination." The doctor calmly explains, while also trying to free himself from Yoongi's tight grip.
Yoongi vigorously shakes his head.
