Psycho

Realization

The doctor comes in, seeing me just sitting up. "How'd you sleep, Ash?" He ask in his same calm tone as he sits down. I shrug, looking up at him. I see a scratch on his shoulder.

"Sorry I wasn't here yesterday, we had some...complications. Did you take the pill last night?" I stare at his scratch and nod slightly.

"Are you sure?" I just stare. His voice is so calm it makes me want to kill him. I might.

"Alright then. I'll be back tomorrow if you want to talk." He gets up to leave.

"What happened?" I ask, he looks shocked for a second then he sits back down.

"You got your voice back?! When did you find you could speak?" He asks in his same calm voice.

"A day ago. So what happened?" I ask. He looks sceptical.

"You'll have to be more specific." He states, calmly.

"You're arm." I say, a little annoyed, which makes him all the more suspicious.

"The complication was a little more... aggressive, than they were supposed to be." He stays calm.

"What was the, complication?" I ask, wanting to know more than he was leading on.

"We had a prisoner escape and had to deal with him." Prisoner? I have a miner flash back of two guards grabbing me and forcing me into this exact cell in cuffs. When I snap out of it the doctor is still staring at me. 

"How'd you 'deal' with him?" I ask, now staring at the floor in a haze.

He smiles warmly. "Don't worry, Ash, he's fine. I just had a little chat with him." He stays so calm.

I imagine bashing his head against the wall and watching him slowly bleed out. 

Before I could do anything more he gets up and leaves. 

I look around finally seeing this place the way it truly is. A prison.

The cell is small and pitch white, and my bed is just a hard mattress with one pillow.

I sit there thinking. "I have to get out of here. The silence is so thick. It's to much. Get me out."

I was interrupted by and very loud knock. Guard 1 comes in and gives me dinner.

I stop him from leaving by speaking, "What exactly is this place?" He looks back at me and says one single word, "Hell"

 I have another flashback of a group of people yelling; "HAVE A GOOD TIME IN HELL! CRAZY!"

He leaves before I can snap out of it.

I think, because he was gone when I looked up.

I eat and hide the pill again. I try to sleep but as I close my eyes visions flood my senses and I'm transported back to acts that once plagued my mind and filled my dreams. I remember the blood, the screams, the deaths, and my actions surrounding them. I open my eyes realizing, I killed someone. Multiple someones.

This wasn't disturbing, not to me. It felt...right. I laugh to myself and try to remember everything I did to the monsters who probably deserved it.