lights out » d.h [INACTIVE; INCOMPLETE.]

Mad World

"I.D?"

"Check."

"Flashlight?"

"Check?"

"Access card?"

"Check."

"Phone?"

"Yes, yes, check."

"Well you're all ready my friend," Jill fixes my nurses hat, only to ruin it right after with a hug.

"Okay, so the plan is, you take JJ's passcode card since he's out today and unlock the door. You turn on your flashlight so the other patients won't go crazy if you turn on the lights.

The guards take twenty minute breaks around this time, so once they come up and leave, that's when you know it's time.

You're gonna use the same access card to open Dan's door; you look for Dan, ask him what you need too, run back up and bam, you're done," she says out of breath.

"Oh god, I feel like throwing up, but this is worth it... Right? It is worth it?" I look back at her worriedly.

"Yes Bell, you'll be completely fi- look! They're leaving, this means it's time!" Jill whispers excitedly beside me.

Once the guards head outside, Jill gives me a pat on the back. I walk quickly to the downward staircase, walking down as each light flickers.

I find the access card in the small messenger bag around me, placing it against the scanner.

Beep, beep.

The door unlocks itself, letting me in the cold hallway full of white locked doors on every side.

As I get closer to the end, I pull out my flashlight, turning it on. The closer I got, the more vibrant each scream became, each sound was a terror call for help. These were the same screams I heard muffled every day and in my dreams, only these screams are now clear.

One door stood out to me the most; there was a bright light shining through the little glass of the door. The tag on the door read:

Howell, Daniel

I froze for a few seconds, I can feel my heart beating harder and harder. I mentally prepared myself before I brung up the access card, meeting it with the scanner.

Beep, beep.

The door slides to left, open, by itself; closing, the right, by itself again. The light was much more bright then expected, leaving me to rub my eyes for a second. It wasn't until I took my hands off my eyes to see the person that's been trapped in my mind.

Chains are wrapped around his ankles and wrists, letting him have access to walk around the room but not as far as to reach the door. He had a slight scar on his right cheek, making it more obvious when he evilly grins. His uniform was ripped many places such as, the knee area, chest, and elbows. His hair was messier than as seen in the photo I kept hidden in my night stand.

The room is cold, I shiver before getting the chance to talk, but cut off by his voice.

"So, I see they brung down a lady nurse for me, or did you just want some play time," he chuckles to himself.

"I have some questions for you," I say sternly, making direct eye contact with him.

"I didn't sign up for an interview," he rolls his eyes, walking his way towards me, pulling each chain with him.

"Not to mention, love, what makes you think I'll answer you?" He smirks.

"Do you know a Joey Barrett?" I ask, this time my voice shakes a bit.