Trigger warnings for this story; Panic, Suicidal thoughts, Gore, Guns, Lab, Abuse, and Manipulation
They say I'm crazy but that's not true, right?
I stare at the white ceiling of my cell, which I've been in for three months already, when I hear a knock on the door. It's so loud.
The doctor comes in with his lab coat and clipboard. He walks over to a chair in the corner, calmly. He's always so calm.
I sit up and cross my legs. My hair falls over my face and I stare at the concrete floor.
"How are you doing, Ash?" I hear the doctor ask in his calm voice. I don't answer. I haven't spoken since I got here.
"Have you taken your pill?" I nod. He stays so calm, which makes me want to strangle him, but I'm too tired. I'm more tired now a days.
"If you have nothing to say, then I'll get out of here and see my next patient." I say nothing and he ends up leaving.
I lay back down and stare at the ceiling once more.
A little later there was another loud knock on the door.
A Guard 1 comes in and brings me dinner.
The same tasteless 'meat' appears on a plate, along with plain lettuce and a drop of ranch. The mashed potatoes were again tasteless. On the tray was a single, bland-looking pill. It wasn't anything new to me.
I stare at the food till he leaves. I eventually eat, it's very bitter and just plain crappy. I'm never that hungry anyways. I hardly eat it and go to bed.
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Psycho
Mistero / ThrillerBlinded by the pills, Ash doesn't know what she got herself into. Uncovering disturbing truths about herself and others along the way. Will the blood end up on her hands?
