Along Came a Murderer

The Voice in my Head

I woke up chained to my wall. Again. I really am losing my mind. I can't control myself anymore. Every time someone pisses me off, I lose it. I've killed, what, 7 people now? What is wrong with me.

No one is gonna come in my cell and even bother letting me out now. I'm probably just gonna shrivel up and die. I deserve to die, anyway. I'm a terrible person.

No you're not, Alice.

I look up. "What? Who said that?"

I did.

I was confused. No one was in here but me.

Do you really think that you out of anyone in here should die?

"Well, yeah. I killed 7 people. Whether they deserved it or not, I'm still going to hell for this."

Alice, don't be so pathetic! Don't feel empathy for these low lifes!

Who ever was talking to me was right. I stood up and pulled on the chains as hard as I could. Twisting them, turning them. Repeating this for 3 hours, I finally broke free.

I ran back and forth, struggling to get out of my straitjacket. They strapped it pretty tight. I could barely move my hands.

Alice, you broke out of your chains, but you can't get out of a simple straitjacket? I'm very disappointed.

"It's nothing like the straitjacket I wear on stage! Shut up!"

How does it make you feel, you helpless bastard? How does it feel to be treated like a murderer?

"SHUT UP." I rammed my head against the wall.

The walls are padded, you idiot. You can't hurt yourself.

"STOP TALKING." I was screaming at the top of my lungs. He wouldn't stop talking. He wouldn't stop laughing at me. I was so angry, I actually broke free from my jacket. I took it off and wondered how I'm gonna get the door open.

Open the door. It's simple. Something only you could screw up.

"How exactly do you bust open a 78 pound door that locks on the outside, genius?"

I moved the the pads around the outline of the door. I saw an emergency latch.

There you go. There's your freedom. Take it.

I pulled it down and the door opened. I stepped out and ran down the hall. I had to kick a couple of doors open. "Where is everyone?"

Don't worry about them. Worry about escaping.

I got down to the lobby. There were guards everywhere. "How am I supposed to get past all of this? They'll kill me if they find me here."

I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I turned around and saw one of the patients behind me. "Sorry, man didn't want to scare you like that."

"W-who are you? How did you get here?"

"My name is Steven. I snuck out of the play room.... and followed you down here."

You can kill him later, Alice. Time to escape.

"Shut up and let me think." Steven looked offended. "Gosh, man. I wasn't even saying anything."

"I wasn't talking to you." I looked around to see if there was any way of sneaking out of here.

"Alice, there's a vent we can climb through." I turned around and saw that he pried the vent open. "How do you know my name?"

He laughed. "Dude, everyone knows your name."

Ditch him! You're going to get caught!

"Shut up for one flippin' second." He turned around. "I didn't-"

"Still not talking to you."

We made our way, crawling through the vent. He stopped. "Steven? What's wrong?" He turned and looked at me. "There's a camera in here." He whispered.

My eyes widened and we both continued to look at each other. "What do we do now?"

Kill him.

"No, I'm not gonna kill him." He scooted back. "You better not!"

I turned to Steven. "I won't."

You will.