Experiment of Madness

3-Escape from the Madness-Ela

I stared at the moon, the white disc hanging in the night sky. "Moon, moon, moon," I whispered, the word repeating on my lips like a mantra, the celestial ball shining in the darkness. My mind was locked on the sight of the celestial body that had always fascinated me, the cold light, the lonely shape, the mystery hidden in its craters. It felt magical, somehow comforting, and I found myself unable to look anywhere but it.

With care, I picked up the broken pieces, placing them carefully in front of me like broken puzzle pieces. They resembled a jigsaw puzzle, fractured and scattered. It was a moment of focus, my mind settling as I looked through the shards, my distorted reflection staring back at me. The shards cast shards of light, casting an eerie display on the floor, and I couldn't help but stare, my mind feeling calm despite the chaos I had just created.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," I murmured to myself, my mind feeling clear, my breathing slowing, the pieces felt comforting, like puzzle pieces, my mind feeling focused for the first time in a while. The night air felt cool as I sat back against the wall, the glass pieces in my view. I felt a moment of quiet, a moment of clarity, like the pieces had opened my mind, despite the chaos I'd caused.

I was careful with each step, feeling the jagged pieces of glass crunch underneath. The pain was real, but it was a sharp, grounding feeling, a reminder of being alive, of existing in this moment. I held my arms, finding balance.

They rushed into the room, nurses grabbing me without hesitation. I thrashed and fought against their grip, my body writhing in resistance, their hands rough as they tossed me onto the bed. I kicked and clawed, but my efforts were in vain, my wild movements no match against their weight and number, the madness in my eyes burning. I was trapped, like a wild animal in a cage.

I laughed, a twisted, almost maniacal sound, my eyes gleaming with madness. I found amusement in the futile resistance, even as I was thrown onto the bed, my laughter echoing in the room. I felt almost euphoric, a sick glee filling me in seeing the nurses struggle with me, even as they secured me on the hospital bed.

She approached with a syringe in hand, and immediately, I recognized it as the bad injection. I grabbed her hair, shouting and screaming at the nurse, pulling her closer as I screamed profanities. I didn't want to feel that sensation again, the way it dulled my mind, the sensations it put me through, the way it made me feel small, like I was losing whatever was left of me. I resisted, the madness taking over my being.

I grasped her neck tightly, my grip like an iron vice, the madness in my eyes wild and unhinged.
I held onto the nurse, my grip firm, but then I quickly grabbed the needle. I couldn't slide her neck, but I slid her ear.

I felt a hard slap on my cheek, a jarring reality check knocking me back. I gasped, feeling the painful sting, the momentary shock cutting through the madness. In that split second, it felt as if the world returned to focus, the madness retreating back into the corner of my mind, a moment of clarity amidst the insanity.

I couldn't stop my laughter, even as the slaps continued, my mind bouncing from one extreme to another. My gaze fell on the camera, my madness-filled eyes meeting its lens. I wondered what it saw, what madness it captured in its unblinking eye, the sight of me wild and unhinged, a picture of insanity and pain. Each slap felt like both a punishment and a reminder of my own twisted existence, my laughter like a macabre soundtrack, the camera watching.

My laughter died down, replaced by the repetitive and unsettling sound of my hums, "Hmm, hmm, hmm." It was as if I was trying to drown out the world, fill the silence with my own chaotic melody, an attempt to regain control through this twisted act.

I felt the sharp needle pricking in, pushing the sedative into my vein, and the instinct to fight against it. I didn't want to sleep, I hated how it made me feel, how it stripped me of myself. "No, no, I don't like sleeping," I muttered to myself, my voice almost frantic with panic, trying to fight off the approaching darkness, my body tense against the drug's influence.