Along Came a Murderer

Welcome Back to Hell

The next morning, I woke up in a room. I was laying in a bed, wrapped up in something. My eyes fully adjusted, and I realized where I was. I was back at the hospital, strapped down in a bed wearing a straitjacket.

"What?! How did I get here?!" I started panicking. The nurse looked over at me and put a breathing mask over my face. I held my breath. Whatever's in that tank, I'm not breathing in.

"You gotta breathe sometime, buddy." The nurse continuously held the mask to my face. I let out a huge breath and breathed in. After a few minutes of breathing, I started feeling weird. My head went back and it started to feel like the room was spinning.

She took the mask off and set it on the desk near my bed. "The laughing gas should help you calm down." I turned my head and looked at the nurse. She looked at me and she looked a little uncomfortable.

I laughed and giggled. The nurse thought I was laughing at her. "W-what's so funny?" I laughed some more before answering. "I'm gonna kill you." Her eyes opened wide and she scooted away as I laugh and giggle some more. "C-can someone else watch him?! Please?!"

After about an hour, the laughing gas wore off. Now I've got a major headache. A couple minutes later, and another nurse walked over to me. "You're... Alice, right? Alice Cooper?" I nodded my head. She took the mask and put it on my face, and I started feeling weird again. She unstrapped me  out of the bed and strapped me in a wheel chair. She wheeled me out to a room I had never seen before.

The room was dark. She unstrapped me and put me on another bed. But this one was metal and cold. "I need you to stay calm, ok? Can you do that?" I smiled and nodded. She walked over to a desk and sat down.

I started hearing a voice. No, multiple voices. They started yelling and talking to me.

Get up, Alice.

Kill her.

Grab that knife and stab her.

Strangle her.

Melt her face with the burner.

I grew an evil smile on my face. I quietly stood up from the metal bed, and looked at a knife that was on the counter and used it to cut my jacket off. I walked over to the nurse and grabbed her and slammed her down, face first on to the burner. I turned the knob up, as high as it could go. It warmed up slowly, then she started giving me pleading looks.

The burner started getting hotter and hotter. She started screaming. This room was sound proof, no one could hear anything that happened outside of this room. She picked up a heavy object and threw it at the tank full of laughing gas. It broke open and laughing gas leaked everywhere. I started feeling dizzy. Really dizzy.

I had already been knocked up, but this was too much. I fell backwards and laughed uncontrollably. She grabbed a near-by doctor's mask and put it on, leaning against the table. She looked down at me, while I basically embarrassed myself with how high I was on laughing gas. She called in some guards and they took me away.

They tied me down to a chair that you'd sit in at the dentist office. They slapped me, punched me, and cut me. I was still high on the gas, so every time I got hurt, I'd laugh. They weren't sure whether I was laughing at myself, or at them.

I was bruised, cut, and had a couple of broken bones. But I felt completely find. I couldn't feel anything. I can no longer feel pain.

I was back in my cell. In a straitjacket. Chained to the wall. The chains were stronger, and heavier. The cell was a lot colder than I remembered. I sat down in the corner and thought.

"Why am I back here, out of all places? There's nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly healthy. I'm normal. I'm not insane." I talked to myself for about 6 hours. I never knew I could have such an interesting conversation with myself.