Insanity

Alone

CONTENT WARNING! This chapter contains a scene of self harm. If you are sensitive to that, please do not read.

For a while, it was all just darkness. How long had he been out? Not a clue. For all he knew, he was out for hours.

Gumball woke up, his eyes blinking unsteadily and slowly. At first, his surroundings were blurry and unfamiliar, as he sat up and itched the back of his head a little bit. It was only when his vision cleared that he realized where he was.

Nobody accompanied him in the cell. He didn't know what that meant. Did police think of him that much as a threat he couldn't be around others? Or was it the prisoners rather, afraid of him?

The horrid memories came back to him slowly.

He sat there for a moment, tears streaming down his cheeks. There was no way to fix this now. He had nobody to lean on, nobody to come to for help or comfort. He was.. Alone. Trapped. Possibly forever.

"Wow, what a sight, huh?" The voice appeared beside him, a grin on its face, as it sat on the floor.

Gumball didn't move. His mouth began to, however, as he whispered in a low voice. "Get out."

"Hm?" It raised an eyebrow. "Ehh.. I don't really want to."

"I said, get out." The words were louder, yet the feline didn't look at it. He only stared at the cold cement before him, his expression dark and intense.

The voice only grins. "Feisty, aren't you? Not like I'm doing anything right now. Unless you want me to? I can do that easily." Suddenly, it floated over and phased through into Gumball, laughing as it did so. "See? Easy as cake. Haha!"

"GET OUT OF MY BODY!" The cat yelled with utter rage in his voice, as he desperately swayed side to side, hoping it would leave. It did not. "GET OUT! GET OUT!"

In a panicked manner, he soon unsheathed his claws, digging them into his arms as he scratched them over and over. He didn't care that he was bleeding. He wanted it out. The wounds stung as he continued over and over, as he screamed in agony, only hearing the voice laughing at him from inside his head.

"Hey! Hey!" Some police officers took notice of what was happening, quickly entering the cell, tasers at their sides. "Stop what you're doing now!"

As they tried to restrain him, Gumball burst into tears, not stopping his screams of pain. He flailed around as he did so. "Make him stop! Make him stop, it hurts!"

"Quiet!" One policeman replied angrily. He turned to the other officer. "Come on, we're taking him to the canteen after he gets patched up. They'll shut him up."

The other nodded, and dragged the cat with them down the hallway, who still very much sobbed in their grip.

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Prison cafeterias weren't supposed to be all happy and cheery. He knew this well. It felt rather intimidating however. Spoons clinking against bowls, the loud talking of the other prisoners, the orders barked by kitchen staff leaders.

The option of sitting at any table was a terrible choice to him. He had been placed in a generally older group, the others stronger and scarier. If anything, his condition felt more like a whimper compared to most of these people.

Gumball stood by in the corner of the room, quietly picking at his excuse for food. It was laughable how similar it was to the school food. The thought of school however only soured his mood. He didn't want any reminders of it. The meal reeked of some unknown odor, and at this point he just gave up trying to consume any of it.