Into the Unstable Mind

Prolouge

Gabriel.
That's my name.
Right?

Where am I?
A school?
No.

A theatre?
No.

A morgue?
Yes.

It's dark in here. Somebody turn the lights on.

Light.

No. Turn them back off.
Turn them off.

I'm not in a morgue. I don't know where I am.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

With the lights off. It's less dangerous.
What?

The lights are still on. My eyes are shut. But somehow I can still see.

Open them? Should I really?

I don't want to.

But the light is rather tempting.

What is the light will shine upon?
The possibilities scare me.
They should scare you too. I.. think.

My eyes are open. I am outside. In a park, there are children and animals. Smiling people. Chirping birds.
Maybe I should smile too.

I start to smile. Everyone turns to me.
The sky is gone. No clouds. No sun.
Nothing.

Everyone is frowning. Children are crying. Adults are ... at me. Dogs are growling at me. Birds are falling from the sky, dead. What did I do?

Anger turns to hate.
Hate turns to fear.
Fear turns to death.
Death turns to...

I'm running.

Death turns to running?

Running as fast as I can.
There's no one here. Everyone's gone.
What happened?

I'm in the woods. Trees are scratching at me, clawing at my tattered shirt.
What do you want from me?

Get away! No! Stop!

Please!

Let me go!

These men. These fucking bastards! They won't let me go!

I'm in some kind of hallway.
Being dragged. What the bloody hell do they want with me?!

"Let me go!"

I screamed. They didn't reply.
They couldn't. They didn't have lips.
Or necks for that matter.

Where the hell am I?

Kill them.

What?

Do it.

No. I'm not going to kill them.

It's kill or be killed you idiot.

"No!"

I'm screaming. The building is white. The hall is white.

"No! Please! I don't want to die!"

Now the men have necks but no eyes.

"I want Dr. Benson! I want Dr. Benson!"

Dr. Benson? Who is that? Oh yeah.
He rid me of my... abnormalities.

He fixed me. He fixed me right?

Then why am I still here?

Why am I still here?

"Dr. Benson you have to believe me. I didn't kill anybody. I swear!"

He looked at me glasses tattooed onto his face.

"Then how do you explain these bodies?"

He slid a picture of two girls.

"It wasn't me... It wasn't me..."

I wailed. Bawled. Cried?

"My baby... My baby boy..."

"They aren't boys Lisa."

I slammed my hands on the counter.

"My name isn't Lisa!"

I grit my teeth.

"My name is Gabriel."

The smell of tobacco. The feel of sweat. The pain. The feeling hot, stinking breath.

Everything was a blur.

Did he drug me?

That's all I remember.

As I sit here I giggle and reflect on my first three days at Vaster Hill Asylum.