Watch Your Back

Chapter 8

"Shit!" Aaron slit his thumb for the third time. He had faked a sickness to stay home from school that day to try and disable the security system in his home. Ever since he had snuck out of the house a week ago, he needed answers to what- or who- was living in the asylum. Still, youtube was of no help to him. Oh well. He had all day. Fresh blood dripped down his wrist and onto his blue shirt, staining the fabric a deep navy.

"This will take forever to try and turn off!" The cut on his thumb stung, but was nothing like the pain he felt last week, being hit in the stomach and having one of his organs  busted open. And having ran face first into a dead body strung up on a lamppost, which didn't hurt physically but mentally. Still, he wanted to know who was in the asylum, but he wouldn't die trying. There had been two more dead bodies in town, in the same gruesome state as they had always been so far. Even if it drove him insane, he wanted to know who was singing that weird song. He Googled it, and apparently, it was called "Blood". An insane song for an insane man. Even the title was creepy. It was around lunchtime, but he couldn't stomach anything at the thought of another body hitting him in the face. He had stayed in the shower for hours, trying to wash off the blood and organs that got on his skin, not to mention the other fluids fermenting in the body. But he would have to try to eat something that wasn't a sandwich. 

As Aaron raided the fridge, he noticed that since he was "sick", his parents had been buying more tasteful things that they normally wouldn't buy. He kept watching the joints in his hands move and twitch as he grabbed some cold macaroni. How fascinating. Aaron suddenly felt sick, and dropped to the ground. His head felt like it was being split open! No, "cut" open. He opened his eyes, and found himself in a cold cell, again. The same one he was in in his dream.

"Hey!" Aaron was in no mood to be having these damn hallucinations again. He wanted to STAY sane, not insane. But with whatever the hell this was creeping into his mind, his thinking was sidetracked.

"Hey! Come here!", Aaron called to no one in general, "Get the hell out here! Who are you?!" His anger exploded and he started rattling the rusty cell doors. That didn't help any. He pounded and punched until he couldn't see anything. Wait. He COULDN'T see anything. All the lights had been shut off! Oh...fuck... Aaron didn't even check to see if anyone was in the cell with him. The lights flickered on for a quick second, and Aaron caught a glimpse of something crouching just out of his vision in a corner.

"Shitshitshitshit!!!" Aaron scrambled to the corner farthest away from the thing. The lights flickered on again, and he saw a tall, dark figure crouching in the corner. It had on a white mask with a moustache and pink blush. The eyes looked wild with excitement. The lights flickered again, and it was closer, and kept coming. Aaron screamed. The thing was so close Aaron could tear off its mask. But he didn't. The thing raised a knife above its head and brought it down...

Aaron pushed himself up with his feet and scrambled away, hitting his head on the fridge door. He wildly looked around and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The only thing that had been brought down on him was a loaf of bread. He ran his hands through his golden brown hair and punched the bread off of his stomach. Aaron couldn't keep up with these crazy dreams and felt overworked and tired. But at the same time he felt anxious, angry, and depressed. All of these emotions were too overwhelming for Aaron, so he curled up into a ball and started to cry. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he choked back bursts of sadness and despair. His eyelids eventually drooped and he gathered himself from his crying scene. Aaron slowly stood up and shook off the sticky tears that littered his face. As he stood up, spots overtook his vision. He slowly walked down the hall to the stairs and began to climb.

That's when the pain began.