Insanity: Sacred Truth

Chapter 5

I stared into space as my eyes followed the patterns on my ceiling. I had always wondered if Venus was dead. She probably is. Or she probably isn't. She never deserved what happened to her. Whatever did happen to her. She was so innocent. 

I made a promise to her that I would never talk about that day to anyone. I wouldn't wish it upon her to be called a crazy or worse. I know that no one would believe me anyway so why risk the chance of myself being sent to an asylum. A place of utter darkness.

A loud banging on my door caught my attention and ended my train of thought. The excessive banging was giving me a headache. When would she ever learn that I didn't want to be bothered with her lies? The lies that tore apart my family? In utter frustration, I decided to open the door.

I walked over and threw it open. I was prepared to yell at my aunt Monroe but there was no one there. Maybe it was an hallucination. Maybe I am in a dream and I haven't woken up. Who knows...

I closed the door and walked back over to my bed and sat down. I put my head in my hands and rubbed my eyes. I planned to lay back down and engulf myself in the silence when a creaking sound filled the room. I turned and watched as my door opened slowly. 

The hallway was empty...

It was getting cold. Shivers traveled down my spine as smoke escaped my lips with every breath. I wrapped my arms around myself hoping to gain some warmth but it was pointless. I quickly got up and tried to close my door but a wave a nausea hit me.

I fell to the floor onto my side. I felt so weak. My breathing was ragged. It was so cold.

My vision went in and out. I closed my eyes in order to help my vision but it only seemed to make things worse. When I opened them back up, scarred legs clouded my vision. I rolled onto my back and came face to face with the woman from that day.

As she reached down towards me with her hand, I tried to scream. Nothing left my lips. My heart began to pound in my chest as I felt my lungs squeeze painfully. I tried to close my eyes but I couldn't.

I turned my head with the strength I had left in me. I felt the hand touch me, burning my skin. The pressure on my lungs released as screams erupted from within me.

"Samantha! What has gotten into you?" 

I felt strength return to my body. I desperately tried to suck in as much air as I could. I turned my head to see my aunt Monroe staring down at me with her hands on my hips

"I... I'm fine. I just thought I saw a spider." Chills shook my body as I stood up. It couldn't have been real. Yet it seemed to be.

"Listen Samantha, I don't know what else to do here okay. I find you on the floor screaming your head off! That isn't normal behavior. I love you but something has got to give. I'm tired of you acting like you are in this world alone. I'll be there for you Samantha. All you have to do is ask." My aunt Monroe hugged me after that. I fell stiff in her arms. 

I don't understand the point of her putting up such a front. It is not like she truly cares for my life. I am nothing but a fill in for the void in her life.

When I didn't hug her back I felt her body tense up and she let out a sigh of frustration. She let go and crossed her arms.

"Dinner is ready. Come down and eat." She sped walk out of my room and down the hallway. I shook my head and followed after her.

I saw that the dining room table was set up for two. There was candle lit and there was expensive glass plates and utensils set on the table. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her gesture of luring me in to her foolishness.

"We are having chicken alfredo pasta tonight with biscuits. I just know you are going to love it since I know that, that is your favorite dish." 

I responded with nothing but silence. Little did she know, my didn't have a favorite dish. I wasn't a picky eater. My aunt Monroe sat down placing a napkin on her lap while I sat opposite of her. Silence filled the room. I broke out in a sweat as I felt as though I was being watched but I didn't dare look around. 

I ate slowly. I didn't feel like eating but I knew I had too. I didn't want my aunt Monroe getting anymore suspicious of my behavior as she already has been. Just another excuse for her to pry open nonexistent issues from within me. The more questions she asks, the more convince I am sure she is of sending me to a hospital. I hated hospitals. The places where you are displayed like a fancy item just because you are different. 

I picked up my glass of water slowly and began to drink it. I continued to feel eyes on me which made me become shaky. I felt a hand grip my shoulder resulting in me dropping my glass on the floor. It shattered into millions of pieces.

I looked up towards my aunt Monroe to see her staring straight ahead, blankness in her eyes. The hand that was on my shoulder seemed to disappear just as a figure began to walk from behind me and towards my aunt Monroe. The figure had a hood on and was scratching the table as it walked.

The figure got behind my aunt Monroe and put its hands on her shoulders. I couldn't move. I was stuck. It was growing colder and colder. 

The figure stepped back and removed the hood.

"Venus..."

I had to be imagining this. It had to be in my head. But, it felt so real. I couldn't believe this. I had to be asleep living a nightmare.

"You continue to hurt us. You continue to hurt her." Venus shook her head as she smiled at me. I shook my head. I didn't know who she was talking about.

In a flash, Venus was in front of me with a knife to my cheek.

"You did it. You caused her hurt. You sicken us all," Venus stabbed the knife into my cheek as I screamed out in pain.

"SAMANTHA! SAMANTHA!" I blinked and my aunt Monroe was in front of me shaking me. I had a knife in my hand, the hand that had drops of blood on it, "Samantha are you insane?!? You just out of the blue decided to start cutting yourself!"

I pushed away from her and dropped the knife. I ran up the stairs with my aunt Monroe right behind me. I tried to slam the door shut but she put her foot in front of it to stop it. I wouldn't give up despite her efforts.

"Would you just leave me alone?!?" I continued to push the door but she wouldn't budge.

"Talk to me Samantha. What you are doing is beyond normal. We need to seriously talk about getting you some help because this is going too far."

Tears leaked from my eyes and I felt as though I couldn't breath. I pushed the door as hard as I could resulting in her moving her foot and the door closing. I quickly locked the door before she tried to open it once more.

"Samantha you can't hide in there forever. I will have you locked away forcefully if you leave me no choice. I am trying to give you the option to make the decision yourself but you are pushing me to abandon that all together." I rested my forehead against the door. The words I was fearful of hearing. 

I dragged myself into the bed, pulling the comforter over my head. I closed my eyes hoping to get some sleep. I ignored the bangs that came from the other side of the door as sleep overtook me.

I felt something dripping onto my neck. It felt sticky and hot. 

"You know Samantha, you can't hid from us."

This can't be real...