Short Stories: Horror/Mystery

I belong

I can't take it anymore.

Goodbye.

I wake up to bright lights everywhere. My mom is hovering over me, saying something I can't hear. Many people are running around me, it is chaos. I can't remember how I got here. The last thing I remember is the little white pills. I took them because I couldn't hold on anymore, couldn't take this torture.

I fall back to sleep, it's peaceful there.

I wake up again but no one is there. My head is pounding and all my limbs ache. Funny. They aren't here now. I know they will come back to torture me though. They always do.

A few minutes later a middle aged lady in a white coat comes in. She doesn't talk to me.

They started to come when I was young. My mom never took me seriously, kept saying it was just my imagination. It's not. I know they are real. They have to be. Right? I'm not crazy, right?

Wrong.

I have been crazy since I can remember. My mom just doesn't want to accept it. They are real, for me. No one else can see my reality. I'm all alone. No one got me, they didn't even believe me. I couldn't take it anymore.

But now I am awake again, and they will come for me soon.

They're here. I told you they would come. They won't leave me alone.

I can't think straight with them here. I can't breathe. I can't move.

They want to destroy me. They almost succeeded.

They crawl through me, inside my skin.

They white coat lady comes again, but this time they are here with me. I writhe in my bed, trying to get them off. It's no use. They never leave. She sees me and calls for help. Others try to hold me down. They inject me with something and they suddenly go away. I feel my breath slow, finally I drift to sleep. But not for long.

I wake with a jolt. It's night. No one is near. They come quickly this time. My heart rate monitor goes off and nurses come running in. This time they don't inject anything just try to hold me and wait it out. They slow down and I stop writhing and sit up. I scratch everywhere. The nurses try to stop my scratching but I yank out of their grip.

"No!" I shout.

"Please miss, calm down."

"No! You don't understand! They are torturing me! They are under my skin! I have to get them!" I screamed.

They looked at each other.

"Get psych here now." One said.

Minutes later a man came down and sat in the chair beside my bed.

"Hello."

"Go away."

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

"No."

"I'll wait until you're ready."

They calmed down to a dull throb and I stopped itching.

"Ready?"

"Fine."

"Ok, what is your name?"

"Laney Carter."

"Why are you here?"

"They were too much, they wouldn't stop torturing me."

"Who?"

"No one. You won't believe me."

"Yes I will."

"Spiders from hell."

"They come to torture you?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"All the time."

"Have you ever been to see the doctor?"

"No."

"Ok, well I'm recommending you to a psychiatric hospital. You will be transported there immediately."

"Why. I'm not crazy am I?"

"No you aren't.

"That's where you're wrong."

His jaw hung open as I said that. He walked out and didn't look back. Maybe that's the best place for me, an asylum. I think I would belong. I can't wait to go.

I waited for twenty minutes but no one came to take me.

"Hey!" I yelled and a nurse walked in.

"When am I going to the asylum?"

"Soon." She said and hurried out.

"Not soon enough." I mumbled.

An hour later two orderlies came to prep me to travel. They flattened the bed and tied my hands and feet to the bars. I started to laugh hysterically and they backed away. One went out of the room and came back with a needle. She stuck me in the arm and a fog rolled over me. It took a few seconds to work but the fog turned into a black cloud that enveloped me.

I was out for three hours.

I'm at the asylum. More precisely, Saint Teresa Mental Rehabilitation Center. They keep telling me it isn't an asylum. Now who's the crazy one? This is an asylum. They use shock therapy here. They lock everyone up at night. We can't leave. But who would want to leave this place? Not me.

Late in the afternoon a nurse came to get me. I was brought to an office with a woman sitting in a chair behind it. The nurse sat median in the chair across from her.

"Hello Laney." She said.

"Hi."

"How are you feeling?"

"Crazy." I said smirking.

"Ok, we need to find a treatment for you, but you need to cooperate."

"Why do you want to treat me?"

"So you can get better and leave."

"But what if I don't want to leave? I feel like I belong here."