Asylum

D's P.O.V

Spilt personality. That's what they call it. I don't belive it.

I've had 'it' in me for a lomg time, since birth.

"It" manifested itself when those men came. Threatening to burn the orphanage. My home or to be more precise my former home. Killing them is something I can't really describe it but 'it' says it's somewhere between the lines of ecstasy or pleasure. 

I can still remember the look on mother superior's face that day. Horror, disgust, rage, all roled into one big glob that is mother superior.

But there was-

The guard on my right moves away from me, face full of wrinkles and sweat, most likely from the stress of working here. It was obvious he wanted to stay as far away from as possible from me.

Can't blame me.

I'm in the asylum right now, for the criminally insane.

My face is covered with a metal mask, upper torso covered with straitjacket and legs shackled. Chans are connected to them which are held by the guards surrounding me. 

Menacing. Is how they try to portray themselves but I could care less about their bullshit.

Slow movement. That's how the shackles degrade me. I hate these damn shackles, no...I abhor them.

"It' wants nothing more than to kill the guards but I restain 'it'. I don't want more blood to be shed by my hands. 

I suppose being placed here is something of a divine punishment from God.

The Game of Life has played with my life for God knows how long. I'm sick of it but helpless.

I don't blame "it' for this, we all have that impulse.

The walk gets slower and slower until we reach a metal door. Behind it, contains the CI section of the asylum. The deranged and criminally insane are located on the other side this door.

I'm joining them.