Saviour's Hell (Completed)

Skeletons

These skeletons were surrounding me, slowly drawing in closer.

All I did was sit cross legged on the floor in a black room with only one light that bathed me in the spotlight, staring at skull in front of me that resembled my late dad. The skull laid there, empty, and full of memories, good or bad.

Is his death finally hitting me? I thought. Is that what this is?

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, nor do I know where I am, but my spine felt stiff, and my body felt cold.

I couldn't look into the eyes of his skull; I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Something told me I shouldn't, but I wanted to. It was as if it were a warning to not look in his missing eyes.

He's always been dead though. His eyes were always cold, and they never showed any love or care for anyone but himself. Whenever he would make any kind of physical contact with me- punching, slapping, grabbing my arm to either push me into a wall to beat me or to literally drag me somewhere, etc.- his skin was barely warm. He was never jittery; he was still and moved almost mechanically. He was practically a corpse inside barely living skin.

Now he really is a corpse.

I looked into his eyes. I had to; I needed to know why I was internally warned not to. I needed to know what would happen if I did.

Suddenly, I felt something wrap around my neck; something heavy and rough. There was a tugging sensation, and I was yanked backwards.

The skeletons closed in on me, grabbing my arms and legs, and staring into my very soul with their pupilless, cloudy-white eyes.

I couldn't make a sound, and only the slightest hint of fear appeared among my seemingly impenetrable numbness.

I realized this heavy, rough object around my neck was a noose, and I began fighting against them as my fear grew stronger.

They held me tightly, but not tight enough.

I fell forward, hitting the floor, and flipped onto my back.

They were all holding the other end of the rope, trying to drag me towards them.

And they succeeded.

I slipped, and it seemed more like I fell off a wall, falling into them.

They caught me, and started clawing at my legs, arms, abdomen, chest, neck, and face.

I tried to pull away, but they dragged me back into their cold, boney grips.

It was as if they were trying to get inside me, and I wasn't letting them.

The light went out, and I was cast into pitch blackness with these things as they continued clawing at my body.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to at least mentally escape this, and once I opened my eyes, I was at the end of a beige, textured hallway. More than that, I was standing in front of glass double-doors with a rain storm raging outside.

"Excuse me," a woman said.

I wheeled sharply to see the doctor that visited me earlier. It was now that I realized I was nearly soaked in a cold sweat with my heart pounding in my chest in panic as I breathed a little heavily.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you." She cautiously stepped closer to me. "What are you doing out of your room this late? It's nearly two in the morning." She stopped a few feet from me.

What am I doing here? How did I get to this part of the hospital?

I don't sleepwalk, do I?

"Elijah?" She asked cautiously.

I didn't realize I've been silent for a couple of minutes; my breathing had slowed though.

"Elijah; are you okay?"

I hesitated as I forced myself to shrug kind of slowly.

"What are you doing all the way over here? Your room is all the way on the other side of this wing."

I didn't realize I'd walked that far; I shrugged again.

Oh, you're going to get in trouble for this one, aren't you? A man teased.

I glanced behind her, but I didn't see anything, and I knew nobody was behind me.

Boy, I can't wait to see how this turns out! He said. Ooh; tell her you killed somebody, and you were about to make an escape attempt!

I ignored that suggestion and resorted to remaining silent.

"Well let's get back to your room, okay?" The doctor said.

Kill her on your way back! He said. Make it look like an accident.

He's right. A woman said. I need some bloodshed in this place.

I hesitated before following the doctor after she started walking away.

There's a fire extinguisher! He said. Use it, now! Bash her skull in! Do it; now!

No, no, no; don't! The woman said. Not the fire extinguisher; that's too easy. Just strangle her or something.

Stop it. I thought.

It's so easy; she's so vulnerable right now.

No; strangling is boring and too dominant. He said. Do something fun and clever; knock her to the ground, find any sedatives she has on her, and stick them all in her; see what that will do!

No. A man with a deeper voice said. If you really want to kill her, stick all the sedatives in her skull.

Stop it! I thought.

Kill her; do it now!

Stop it! I yelled inside my head.

Take her life! It's yours to claim!

I felt dizzy all of a sudden.