Abnormality in normality.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏 : 𝕰𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊.✍

ℝ𝕪𝕠𝕜𝕠'𝕤 ℙ.𝕆.𝕍

My eyes dilate in deep horror and sorrow as it takes in the gruesome sight that was around me. Thick sweat of nervousness slowly trickles down my face. Numerous of emotions surge through me: confusion, appall, dread and anguish. A familiar cute feminine face lay there, lifeless, sloshed in a pool of heavy, dark, crimson red blood. The ghastly sight made me nauseous; it made my blood crawl. I knew the youthful girl's face from somewhere, I just couldn't place where. I couldn't stay here with that thing... with that spine-chilling corpse anymore. I needed to get out! Anywhere will do, as long as I am away from it. I tried the doors. It was jammed shut, like someone glued the door close. I shake it vigorously with every ounce of strength in my body but yet the imprudent obstinate door refused to budge. I look down, the grisly blood was increasing by each diminutive second. It was slowly but surely going to get to my feet and then drown me. I just stood there frozen in panic like a still statue. Suddenly, I started screaming at the top of my lungs. "Somebody please help! Anybody please......!". Nobody answered, all that I could hear in reply is deafening silence. I stood there in alarm as I realized the blood was at my ankle. A loud piercing scream escaped my throat and then everything went pitch black.

I jolted awake, covered in thick sweat, unconsciously surveying my strange surroundings. What used to be white walls now surrounded me, the paint gradually peeling off with dozens of doodles and miniature writings scratched onto them: "Help! Get away while you still can!" "Somebody save me please!" "I can't take it anymore!" "Kill me please!". My face turned pale,and my blood ran cold as I read the desperate pleas. I turned around and saw a black tray with equipment like a syringe filled with an unknown liquid, a thumbscrew, a metal baton, and a pair of silver cuffs. I tried to focus on anything but the walls and tray, but my gaze inevitably fell on my perturbed self. That's when I obtusely realized that I was strapped to a matte black chair.  The air reeked of some foul drug odor. In front of me, a huge black television displayed a white-haired, young, petite girl giving a toothy smile. That girl... Dread washed over me as I recognized her from my flesh-crawling dream.

Hark.Hark.Hark, I double over, a violent fit of coughing wracking my body. I pressed my trembling hand to my mouth, feeling the metallic taste of blood seep onto my tongue. With each hacking cough, crimson droplets spattered against my palm, stark and vivid against my pale skin. I stared at the blood in horror, My breath coming in ragged gasps, each exhale tinged with a mix of fear and pain. The sight of my own blood brought a wave of nausea and a chilling realization that something was terribly wrong. A strong feeling consumes me. I have to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I need to run away from here, as swiftly as possible. I am really clueless about what I am running away from, but I have to. I am having a very intense premonition that if I don't run away I will regret it big time.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Loud footsteps from behind the wooden door echo through the tranquil spacious room. Spontaneously, my trembling body began sweating profusely. I can't let them see me. If I plan on escaping, I don't think it would be proper for someone to see me before my escape. Impulsively, my eyes darted to the long white syringe on the tray. I instinctively grabbed it and started using it to tear through the middle of the thick black strap that was holding me down to the chair. The strap finally frees me as it gradually falls back. I stand up but immediately fall down back aggressively. My feet they were chained. There was obviously no key. The footsteps getting closer and raucous by the second. I do the only absurd thing that comes into my daft head. I stamped on the ground as hard as I could, at the same time sliding my bony legs apart.