Lydia was now in a new room that had windows. It was the first time in weeks since she has seen the rain hit the window. The first bell rang, that meant "interacting time." Where the patients would sit together in a room with games and television. They would all play together and chat before it was bed time. Lydia walked into the room and sat on the yellow couch. She watched as the others ran around the room like little children and laughed. She stared so hard that everything became blurry. Wilson, a patient in a wheel chair, wheeled up to her. "Excuse me ma'am but, will you hold this knife for me? Keep it a secret." She reached out her hand and grabbed the little blade he called a knife. "I will be right back to get it. Feel the need to use it. I'd cut it diagonal though. Because that's the only way home." He laughed as he wheeled away. Lydia looked up. Slowly everyone started to disappear. The room became silent. Sam walked in the room in a white dress. Sam's hair fell passed her bust. She smiled and whispered "It's ok now you can come with me." Lydia took her hand. "Will you get me out of here?" Lydia wondered while Sam was dragging her away from the couch. "Yes darling. I came here to release you of your pain for you. Now open your eyes." Lydia opened her eyes and blood was gushing out of her wrists. She had slit both of her wrist. Everyone around her was screaming. Lydia was so confused that she could not feel anything. Sam had tricked her into killing herself. The guards rushed to her. But, Lydia had fallen to the cold floor dead. Sam came back to still her best friend so that in hell they could be together. The demon gathered all of his workers. Wilson disappeared and so did James. It was all over now. The End.
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Lydia
HorrorA story written. The voices that existed in her head became to live in the reality. Her past stayed. She never escaped the pain. The demon has awoken. And he's accompanied with some friends.
