Insane

Losing Control

*Bella's POV

One thousand six-hundred and seventy two....One thousand six-hundred and seventy three...One thousand six-hundred and seve-
There were no more drops coming out of the ceiling, that's was all. Eighteen more drops of water than yesterday, new record.

I sighed finding that the only interesting thing that kept me sort of sane was now gone. Pathetic, relying on a leak on the roof to keep me entertained.

"I'm not crazy." The psycho mumbled, this caught me of guard. She always yelled, cursed or threw herself around like a monkey but this time she actually spoke like a normal person. Maybe I was starting to lose my marbles.

I kept quiet not bothering to go along with whatever mumble-jumble she had going on in her little weird imaginary psychotic mind.

"Use to be just like you..until he came. Don't let it fool you. That razor on your curtain was no accident." She whispered as she stood up from her old stinky mattress letting the springs make a creepy sound.

She had caught my attention, razor, how did she know about that? She couldn't be the one who left it behind she was locked up here with the rest of the lunatics.

You are one of them too.

"How do you know about that." It didn't come out as a question but I wasn't going to play games and get cheated on. I had my life at risk and I wasn't going to gamble on it.

"Why do you think I got so crazy? The dragon boy with the red and yellow wings did this to me. HE CAME AFTER ME AND PLAYED WITH MY MIND DONT YOU SEE? HE STARTED WITH YOU TOO!" She yanked on her hair as if she wanted to come out and get her point across, her eyes snapped on me. Without another word she pounced on me taking a good grip on my shoulders as I held onto her arm and face trying to push her away.

"He's a hunter, prays on people and you just became the most interesting game piece on the field."

"Get off me!" I gritted my teeth together as I pushed her off, her back and head hit the wall pretty hard but not hard enough for her to pass out.

"Don't fucking mess with me unless you want to end up dead" my voice changed, I sounded more mature and I got to admit more frightening. My head started to spin as I felt myself losing strength.

My vision kept blurring not letting me see my surroundings, I felt myself walking but I wasn't the one commanding my body to do so.

I approached the girl who's eyes swirled with fear, her body trembled with every step I took. Don't tell me she's out, that's not possible, my eye sight kept blurring zoning me in and out until I was clouded with complete darkness.

...

Blinking I opened my eyes to find myself laying on my bed, startled I jumped up and looked at my hands, good no blood. Than the walls that held me captive who's only stains were the dirty old nasty food kids like me smeared years ago.

Carefully I turned to my side praying the girl was still alive no matter how annoying she is I couldn't have killed her. There on the other side of the room she sat on her bed, her back pressed against the corner of the wall, her hands wrapped around her legs, her chin resting on her knees as she slightly rocked herself. Her black frizzy hair made her face look smaller.

Seeing me wake up her eyes immediately snapped to me, they were red and puffy no doubt from crying, she had a new distinctive park on her face and that's what caused a small burly audible gasp to leave my lips.

She came out, she forced herself out after many years of controlling myself it came to no use at the end.

"I'm sorry I didn't-" I tried making my way towards her but I only caused her to jump up and start clawing at the wall in hopes to climb up and get away from me as possible. Did I scare her this badly?