The Urge to Reveal

Halusinations

The man walked back into the room. I thought he was done, but a chill went down my spine.

"Good morning dearie!" he shouted.

I panicked. "Go away!" I wanted to shout, but the words didn't come out.

My knife had disappeared, it wasn't much help anyways.

He was on top of me in a flash. He had a needle connected to a tube of blue liquid. He jabbed it in my neck and ripped it back out. There was no blood spilling out, but there also was no more blue liquid in the IV.

"Wha-, WHAT DID YOU PUT IN ME?!?!?!" I demanded.

"Ssshhhhhhhh," he whispered. "It wont kill you darling, just, let you see things!"

"No...take it back."

"No," he smiled.

"Dammit!" he walked out of the room, and I started seeing yellow dots. I tried to blink them out of my eyes, but it was a useless attempt.

I felt the room swaying, but I was still on the ground, not moving.

People started showing up. I screamed for help, but no one bothered. What was with these-...these FREAKS?!?!

They slowly started walking towards me. I recognized the first one I looked at. It was my friend Mary. She died trying to save me from these people.

"I spent this whole time thinking that you would become a great success, but I was so wrong." she explained.

"I'm so sorry Mary, you were wrong about me. I'm weak and you were strong." I didn't have to lie. I was telling the truth.

"I know," she said. I just frowned at her, she was meant to be the leader of our kind. We were like physics, but she was the best.

I turned my head in the opposite direction. "No," I said.

"Well, yes," said a deep and very smooth voice.

"Stay away, go away, don't you dare come close!" I screamed.

"See, I have the advantage, and you're useless against me," he smirked. I hissed in rage and I would've ripped him apart if I wasn't collapsing.

Things were so wrong. These people looked so familiar. Some of them I recognize, but others seem like the feeling of cutting bread with a spoon, it just doesn't seem to want to work. Then it comes to me. These are all people who have died saving me, or died because of something I've done. They're here to either kill me or hurt me.

Run, my mind told me, RUN!

No. I was not a coward. Besides, I was tied to a metal table. I knew I would be fine. This was a test to make me feel guilt, and it wasn't going to work.

"I loved you," cried a familiar voice. I turned in the direction of it. It was my little sister. I cared for her for ages, then she got sick, and passed. I was too busy with my "job" to find a cure, when it was a block away in a hospital.

"I know," I pushed put of my throat. "I love you."

"You lost my care for you after you abandoned me, you abandoned my life. How could you do something so terrible?" she wondered.

"I wasn't thinking, I should've-"

"STOP!! I don't want to hear how you failed, I just want to hear you scream," she whispered.

"Scream?!" My eyes looked around me.

"Don't worry," another voice came. "Let them talk, then I'll grant their wishes." This voice was new. I've never heard it.

Next was my mother, then my father, then my close friends. After was all the innocent people I accused of horrid actions, and all of which were mistakes. Then the new voice finally approached me.

"Well, what do you have to say?" It said.

"What's your plan for me?" I asked. It smirked evil and uncanny.

"Well, the all asked to hear your scream, let us start there!" they grinned.

"Fine, just hurry." I said, but then I knew It would go slow. Torture was always slow, a process.

"Oh, no no no, honey. No!" It murmured.

I heard a slid of metal on metal. There was a knife in It's hand. It was going to hurt me.

"Take a deep breath, sweetie. This will only last-" It paused. "Well this will take a long, long while." Then It started to carve.