Mad: The story of how I went insane

I believe

" What's happening...." I mumble, waking up in the asylum bed, when only minutes ago I was talking to Pewds, on the floor. I open my eyes slowly and turn, when I do, I realize how much of a mistake it was.

" Pewds!" I call out, screaming his name as I see him on the floor, looking as of he were choking. His face is beet red and he's writhing in pain on the floor, clawing at his throat.

I run to him, my eyes threatening to spill tears, but nothing comes out. I blink them from my vision and next I'm on top of Felix, I'm killing my best friend. I'm killing my best friend.

I scream in recognition and I throw myself off of him, backing into the corner.  " F-felix." I choke out, trying desperately not to scream. He walks towards me, a confused and worried and pained look on his face. " C-cry, mad has returned." I scream loudly and he runs, hugging me tightly and whispering in my ear, everything is going to be alright. He says, and I know he is lying but i believe, that just maybe it will be... and then the door opens.

The nurse runs through the room with surprising speed and the next second she's on top of me, trying to force a needle into my arm. All the while I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and Felix is running out of the room, mouthing the words I will be back.

" Felix!" I howl, fresh tears coming out of my eyes, almost red enough to be blood, I don't understand, how could he leave me?  " Don't leave me!" I'm crying hard now, wheezing just as much as Felix was when I tried to kill him.  The nurse questions me and I don't want to speak, but I do, with force.

I violently tug the needle out of of her grasp and I throw it at her, all the fury and pain of Mad pouring out of me in one strong gust. My eyes are fully open again.

I watch the needle sink into her and the next minute the room is spinning madly, there's blood on the walls and on the nurse and on me. I am covered with blood and I am weeping like the pathetic Schizo I am.

" H-help me." I whisper, my head in my hands, my knees tucked protectively into my chest and my nails digging back in.  The next minute Rough hands are on my back and a soft voice whispers " Everything is going to be alright...." A sharp pain echo's through my nerves, here and there. I believe you. I think to myself as my world is turned tilted to the side, the blood drowning me again, just like the nightmare... I believe