A Bit Too CRAZY (Josh Hutchereson FanFic)

chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

I stare confused at Kasmin, unable to figure out why she needs to know my fears to find out why I go crazy. “This is to see if your fears trigger you’re fictional visual and audible… craziness.” I nod. “Name just the biggest ones, okay?” I nod again. When Kasmin puts the pen on the paper on the clipboard, I begin my list.

          “Losing the people I love.”

          “Can you name the people you love most?”

          “My parents, Josh, my friends Dana and Jenny, I guess Danny, and… my producer guy Richard, I guess.” Kasmin nods so I can continue. “Spiders, don’t get me started, heights, and dying from a violent cause.”

          “Anything else that you think may have triggered your illusions?”

          “Anger, I guess.”

          “Can you please step inside here?” Kasmin opens the door on the glass and I slowly step inside. Once the door closes, I turn around and see only myself – mirrors. How? “One-way glass,” I hear Kasmin say through I guess a loudspeaker. “There’s a screen in the middle of the room, and a chair.” I hadn’t noticed them before, but I see them. I nod. “Can you please sit in the chair?” I do as I’m told, and just as I’m in it, someone comes in and straps me to it. “Focus on the screen: I’m going to show images okay? It will be simple images of people. Just little outlines like on cookie molds. Each one will have a name on it, can you focus on what happens to them?”

          “I guess so,” I say.

          The images appear, each one with a name. First, Richard fades away, and his figure is replaced with the word murder. Being forced to picture this I think of every possible way he could have been murdered, and then think of the good times we’ve had in the studio and sometimes just talking about music in a café or whatever. I want to cry because I don’t like picturing this. I try telling myself it won’t happen, but it’s just sad.

          The next image fades away – Mom. She’s replaced by the word Stroke. I picture myself at her funeral, at her grave, the good times. Then Dad is replaced with Old Age. Tears begin streaming down my face. Why am I crying? This isn’t really happening, it isn’t real. I know it isn’t. I know that. Is it just that it’s horrible to think about? Probably.

          Dana is replaced with Suicide which makes me erupt in a loud sob. Jenny is replaced with Massacre, which just kills me.

          Bad choice of words. I cry more.

          “Hang in there, okay?” I hear. Danny and Josh are the ones who remain. I want Josh to go next, just to get him out of the way, and to leave Danny for last. Danny is fading though, and he is replaced with Car accident. I close my eyes tightly so I don’t have to watch Josh. “Scarlett, open your eyes please. We cannot continue until you see this last one. You can’t stay there forever.”

          I open my eyes, and see Josh fading away. His word is sleep.

          “Please stop…,” I sob. “Please…” The screen turns black, and Kasmin comes in and wipes my face with a tissue.

          “It’s over okay?” she says. “That one is over. I promise we’ll do the rest quickly.” I nod, and she undoes the straps.

          This whole thing – the hospital stuff, the craziness, the “experiments” – it all seems too fictional.

          “Next up: Death.”

          I hold my knees to my chest in the chair, waiting for whatever to happen with my eyes closed – I don’t want to see anything. I wait for what feels like an eternity, and then suddenly I feel someone cover my mouth and headlock me. My eyes are still closed. “Don’t move,” I hear. My instincts make me stay completely still, but my tears don’t. I feel something against the back of my neck, and I escape from the person, bursting my eyes open and seeing it’s just a doctor with a short metal ruler.

          “That’s sick!” I almost yell. “This whole thing is sick!” I try catching my breath, but I’m still breathing heavily.

          “Please,  calm down,” the doctor with the ruler says.

          “No! This is just sick!” I press myself again the glass, and slide down to the floor. I start crying into my knees. I want to go back to my little apartment, and just sleep. I want to just sleep. I want to curl in a ball and sleep. “Go away…!” I groan.

          I feel a hand on my head, and I shoot my head up, pushing the arm away. I don’t see an arm though, I see everything except a hospital room and a doctor.

          Trees, mud, fog. That’s all that’s around me. Then there’s a thing in front of me. I don’t know what it is, but it’s creepy. It’s gray, and it looks like a mixture of a dog, a cat, and a squirrel. Cat body, dog head, squirrel tail. I stare at it’s rad eyes. The thing is on it’s hind legs, staring back at me. It’s eyes are viciously studying me. I start standing up, and then it backs up a bit. I walk to my left, and look behind me into the distant forest. When I look back in front of me, I’m in a different room.

          The walls are plaster or something, and the floor is hardwood. I see Danny in front of me. He’s lacking a shirt, and it’s weird. Danny holds a whip-looking thing.

          Fear rushes through me.

          Before I can comprehend what Danny is about to do, I feel the whip on my left arm, and I fall to my hands and knees. The whip hits me repeatedly on my back, making me cry in pain and curling up in a ball. I cry. The whip hits me more, and much harder. I scream.

          Nothing stops. I just lie there become less and less conscience and more and more like a slab of meat. I feel my blood dripping – correction: pouring – out of my back.

          Then it stops. Everything. The whipping is done, and the adding pain goes away, but the other pain is still present. I feel hands on my face, gently hands. I open my eyes to see Josh, but Danny is gone. I see only mirrors.

          This feels like reality.