Diseased | #wattys2016

Chapter 2

"You know what to do." Someone whispers in my ear in such a sickly sweet voice.

I look around, scared; trying to find the owner of the voice, but I see no one. I don't even recognize where I am. This is not my house, not my room.

"I'm over here." I whip my head around to see a girl sitting on a stool beside the door. Her hair stuck straight and black, like coal. I don't know who she is or what she wants from me.

"You know what to do." She whispered with a smirk on her face. She sticks her hand out and in it is a hatchet.

I freeze, not knowing what to do. How did I even get here in the first place?

"You can pick this one," she nods towards the hatchet, her voice filled with amusement," or you can pick this one.'"She sticks out her other hand and in it is a gun.

"I would choose the hatchet. It's  way more fun. You get to see their life slowly drip out of them" She clicks her tongue and stands up from the stool, approaching me slowly.

"Come on! Deep down, and trust me, not that deep; you know your fingers itch for it. And why shouldn't you?! They blamed you for this! Might as well have the most fun while you're at it...It's a simple choice, Riley." She stretches my name out. How does she know my last name? How does she know I prefer going off that?

I unconsciously start walking towards her. If she knows my name, that means I can trust her, right? She probably knows what's best for me and can help me. As she sees me walking towards her, she smiles.

"That's it, now pick one." When I don't move, her frown turns into a scowl, "I said pick one! Why do you have to be so difficult?" She screams and I take a step backwards frightened.

"Fine. I'll chose." She says and grins wickedly at me.

Riley wakes up to a loud noise, breathless and pulse racing. Why does she keep having these terrifying dreams? They're so vivid and real, but she is certain that they are not memories. She would never do those terrible things.

The banging noise returns, louder this time, and she realizes that it's probably the guards outside trying to wake her and the other patients up. Guess she'll just have to thank them later for this one.

She looks around the empty small room in search for a clock anywhere; but is faced with four white blank walls, a metal door with bars at the top and a metal bed. Funny; she recalls her lawyer saying that this place would be better than jail.

The door to her ward opens and a security guard walks in. At first she's frightened when he approaches, but calms down when all he does is hand her a towel. She reaches and grabs for it. She looks at the door that's semi open behind the guard. She could do it. She could easily run past the guard and slip through the door with her petite figure. But that would get her nowhere, at least definitely not out of the institute.

"Patient number 647 of Section 3, I am going to escort you to the shower room and you will have exactly five minutes to shower before I will have to come in and take you out." The guard faces me and says in a very monotone and boring voice. Yet something about it suggests seriousness. I can't even wash my body that fast. Idiot. Riley thought.

Nevertheless, Riley nods and walks out of her ward with him right behind her. Outside of her room isn't any better. The looks she gets from the other patients send chills down her spine and she shivers. It almost makes her want to run back into her ward and lock herself in. At least there, the crazies' stares won't be able to reach her.