Along Came a Murderer

Nightmares Are Real

I didn't sleep, eat, or do anything for 5 days. I feel like shutting down completely. All I did for the past 5 days was just lay in my cell, looking at the ceiling. They did it. I'm brain washed. They turned me into a brainless zombie. I have no emotion, no feelings, and I can't feel pain anymore. I have no energy. Even when they offer to give me food, and I eat it, I end up throwing it up, anyway. I've even lost the energy to eat food.

I walked in the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My hair was a mess; messier than usual. I looked like I suffered from an illness. I wasn't sick, but it sure felt like I was. I used the bathroom, and washed my hands. I went back into the "play room", and made my way to the couch. There's no way for me to have any energy to fight or kill anyone anymore. I'm just like the rest of these people. Soulless. Weak. Tired..... I'm pathetic.

I heard the door open, and a lot of yelling. "LET ME GO! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Who ever was being shoved in here, fell to his knees. I sat up to see who it was. He got up and walked towards the couch. He sat down, clawing at the couch and ripping stuffing from the holes. He looked down at me with anger in his eyes.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, FREAK?!" I turned away. I was too tired for this. "Nothing."

"You've got a lot of guts, man!" I looked over at him. "What's your problem, man? I didn't do anything to you-"

He grabbed the collar on my shirt and yanked me toward him. His fist was clenched and he looked about ready to beat me. It wouldn't matter, anyway. I can't feel anything anymore. "I will pound you so hard, every bone in your body won't be able to recover."

"Yeah, but the guards will stop you." He grinned. "And if they don't?"

"Then I will." I grabbed his neck and strangled him. His head was pressed up against the head rest. He punched me, and threw me on the ground and tackled me. I bit his arm and he kept on punching me. I pushed him off and bashed his head against the coffee table. There was now a mess of blood on the floor. Two guards bursted in and ran towards us. They picked me up and slammed me on to the floor, while the other guy got an injection in the neck.

I saw that he was knocked out, then I was going to be injected next. "NO!" I tried to crawl away, but the guard pinned me in the corner, holding me down while I tried to fight it. They somehow injected me, and I was knocked out.

I woke up, and the guy I beat up was in the cell with me. "What are you-"

"We have to share a cell until they find out what to do with me." He had bruises all over his face. I probably did, too. I just can't feel them. "Which gives me an advantage do beat the shit out of you."

I realized he wasn't wearing a straitjacket, like I was. "W-what the hell?!" He charged at me and shoved me to the ground. He got on top of me, and punched me, over, and over again. He'd shoved my face into the corner of the room, so that it would be hard for me to breathe.

I tried to fight back, but he kept on hitting me, beating me, and punching me. I then collapsed in the corner. "You know what? I think that's enough for now. My knuckles are getting tired."

I laid there, in my own blood. I let him win.

No you didn't, Alice.

The voice. It came back. I can't believe that I was actually glad to hear that voice again.

You're better than this. You're better than him. I believe in you, Cooper. Break free, and beat him up.

Rage built up inside of me. I pulled, and pulled. And finally broke free. That guy was sleeping. I walked over to him, shaking violently, and laughing a little. My laugh got louder and louder. I couldn't control myself. He opened his eyes and looked up at me.

"What?! How did you-"

"I'm... g-going to... kill you..." I tackled him and started to strangle him with the strap to my jacket. I wrapped the strap around his neck and tightened it so that he couldn't break free. He gasped for air, and tried to get me off of him. Every time he tried, I would tighten the strap even tighter.

Don't kill him yet, Alice. Let him suffer.

I lost my grip on the strap and jumped off. He collapsed on the ground, holding his neck and gasping for air. He turned to look at me. "What is wrong with you?!"

I just stood there, laughing and shaking. "You really are a freak."

Kill him.

"DON'T CALL ME A FREAK!!!" I ripped the belt strap off of my jacket and shoved it down his throat. He started coughing, which made the belt strap go deeper into his throat. He then started coughing up blood. But before he ran out of air, a guard walked in and ran over to the guy, and tried to help him.

There's your freedom. Take it.

I ran out of the room, but ran straight into a nurse. We both fell on the floor, and looked at each other. She screamed, and I tried to grab her leg, until I felt a strong grip on the back of my head. I looked up to see the guard holding me down. I spat in his face and he let go.

I ran until I was at a dead end. I had a whole squad of guards behind me. What am I going to do?