Mad: The story of how I went insane

I'm Sorry

I sat in the middle of the hospital bed, arms curled around my shins as I rocked idly back and forth in an attempt to calm himself, I MUST calm down, "it wasn't real it wasn't real..." I repeat in a sing song tone.

Tears had long since escaped my eyes, fresh batches rolling thickly down my flushed face to collect at my chin. My hand -The right one- held an undisturbed package of syringe needles, all varying in size. I'd long ago considered using them on myself, but that would be too mundane, too much of an easy way out.

That single voice that ebbed into my mind every night suddenly came knocking back with a painfully forceful blow, causing the me to cry out and clutch at my throbbing skull. The bag of needles fell to the ground a few inches below, but I hadn't noticed nor let alone cared at this point, because he was back, driving him over the brink of sanity, driving him insane.

"... ry... Cry!" Came a familiar voice, earnest and laced with concern. The thought of Felix still being there the entire time, sitting with me while I lost the final shreds of my mind, it was enough to trace a smile onto my cracked lips. "Please, calm down! It's okay, bro! I'm here, it's okay." A comforting hand gently connected with my shoulder, sending a violent tremor through the my incredibly stiff body. "We can get through this."

"I'm sorry," I sobbed, not lifting my head. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" I clench my hands around my throbbing head even tighter, stubbed nails digging into the flesh of my scalp hard enough to draw thin traces of blood. 'So sorry,' my mind chanted, as did the madness within myself. 'I'm so sorry!'

Pewdie lifted his hand then, recoiling his arm back slightly as his eyebrows drew together in confusion. Sorry? It wasn't Cry's fault, and Pewdie wasn't a victim. He was here for him, to help him get better. "Cry... It's okay, nothing is wrong... You didn't do anything.."

"Sorry," I whispered, rocking slowly fading as I sit eerily still. "I'm so sorry..." And then my words drifted away as well, barely the ghost of my voice remaining in the dense air of the room.

Anxious due to the sudden silence, Pewdie slowly leaned in a bit closer. "Cry...?"

"I'm sorry," I began calmly after a moment, as if they were discussing something as casual as games.

"What-"

"Sorry that I have to kill you."