Accident (discontinued)

2. Out.

I walked around for what felt like hours, twisting and turning, trying to find a exit. I saw more empty hallways, but none as messy as the one I was in before. The rest only had papers blown into corners, and were all creepily abandoned. I walked, searching everywhere for an exit. None. Not a single window. Not a single door.

When I was about to give up, I finally spotted a window- and body slammed it with all my strength. My skin burned with every cut- but I grinned even when I landed face first in the dirt.

Outside wasn't what I expected, but who was I to expect anything, I hadn't seen anything but the inside of my cell in 5 years! I saw not a single living thing, all the trees were dead, all the animals gone. The sky was a smoky gray, and the ground was a series of sidewalks and roads, with only an occasional patch of soil.

My shredded voice stated all of these facts in a plain way. I wanted to hurt myself, not die- not yet anyway- just hurt. To feel alive.

I couldn't hear anything but the screams in my ears and the low hum of my own voice. I couldn't pick out a single voice of the screams, it was almost as if they were one voice, but I knew it wasn't.

It's hard to forget about the blood. The small streams of blood that worked its way down my body. There was no place that hadn't been covered in my own blood.

Anyways- outside. The world seemed abandoned, empty- just like the asylum. That's when I screamed, dropped onto my knees- and pressed my face to the ground.

"I JUST WANT OUT OF THIS THING!" I screamed as loudly as I could, and trust me I have a lot of practice with screaming loudly.

I began to struggle, trying wiggle my way out of the thing- trying to rip it. It was impossible- I could barely even wiggle my fingers.

That's when I began to cry, I was tired of feeling like I was completely at the will of another person. If no one let me out- I would die. I screamed out as loudly as I could- making sure the world could hear me.

"HELP ME." I begged, my eyes producing salty tears that I couldn't blink away.

"PLEASE SOMEBODY. ANYBODY." I begged, feeling alone in the universe.

That's when I saw a pair of boots making its way towards me. I was shaking uncontrollably and was unable to get up properly- I rolled onto my back and was surprised to see a boy a bit older than me holding a knife close to me.

"Who the hell are you, and where did you come from?" He asked in a not-so-nice tone, the sun was directly in my eyes and I couldn't make out anything but a silhouette.

"Well, I am Carlie thank you very much." I huffed, eyeing the knife enviously, my mood shifting immediately. "And I came from there." I gestured with my eyes to the asylum a few feet away. "Who might you be?" I asked in a formal matter as if I wasn't covered in blood and tears.

He didn't answer my question, instead simply saying, "Nobody in there is supposed to be alive." He eyed me suspiciously, as if trying to uncover the truth.

"Why is that?" I asked him, not caring in the slightest.

"They gassed the place a while back. What the hell is going on with your voice?"

"Insensitive much?" I said, "Let's just say I like to talk a bit more than I should." I said vaguely. I stared at him, "Could you let me out of this thing?" I asked in my sweetest voice, looking down to the straightjacket. I begged him with my eyes, stared at him in hope.

"No way." He said. That's when I felt all my hopes shatter, I lost it. What little sanity I had left was temporarily gone.

"If you don't let me out right now," I growled, "I'm going to murder you. I may not have usable arms at the moment, but I'll find a way." I was angry, I had tried to be nice, tried to ask, I wanted him dead.

I suddenly screamed at the top of my lungs, crying shaking and laughing all at once. "WHY?!" I begged. "PLEASE." I continued to say that word, over and over until it was just a hushed whisper.

"I haven't survived this long by letting sociopaths loose." He said sternly.

"Your sadly mistaken." I yelled. "I am just a person. Nothing special about me. I just hear voices. Screaming. It's not my fault. You would be driven insane too if you heard what I'm hearing right now!" I started laughing, and stopped abruptly. "You are going to let me out. You don't have a choice."