Castaway || mgc

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feisty

          i don't see calum anymore. i haven't been for the past few days and believe it or not, i miss him.

          maybe they only see me as an acquaintance, but calum, ashton and luke seem to be the only people who have talked to me and knew me—somehow—so far.

          i don't befriend strangers at mental institutions but then again, i am a stranger at a mental institution.

          currently, i am sitting alone at our usual table. our as in mine and calum's. it's pretty serene around. i don't hear ashton laughing and i don't hear luke screaming.

          where are they?

          "i wanna sit here." somebody says in a high pitch voice. just then, a girl slams her tray down on the table and sits opposite me.

          i grit my teeth, "that's calum's seat and not yours."

          she giggles and god, i want to slap some senses into her. her hair is fucking bright yellow like lady gaga's in the telephone music video and her skin is impossibly paler than mine.

          "wow, michael. no need to be feisty now. don't you like my new look?" she smirks, and it dawns on me, that ever-so-familiar smirk. it belongs to my fucking demon.

          i push my tray aside and stand up slowly, my brain trying so hard to process on how she seems so real as she sits in front of me.

          blinking profusely doesn't help making her disappear. nothing can do that, apparently.

          "sit down, schizo!" someone shouts from the other end of the cafeteria and my head swells with anger and confusion.

          i'm not schizophrenic.

          "why, michael? don't i look prettier this way? i'm dressed like a fairy princess for you. tell me i look pretty." but as she speaks, her voice grows louder and she transforms into her frightening state.

          "shut up." i call out, covering my ears with my hands. my eyes clench shut and i try to block her out as hard as i can. "shut up!"

          "i'm trying to look good for you, michael! you're stuck with me and you can't run!" she is full-on screaming and i can't take it.

          i find myself screaming and thrashing out of some nurse's grip before i lunge towards the girl with awfully yellow hair.

          it's like i can't control my own body and mind as i grab her hair that i hate so much. it seems like the scream leaving my mouth is constant and my hands bang her head onto the table as hard as i can.

          people are prying me off of her and my voice is hoarse as i continue to scream. they pull me aside and some other doctors surround the girl.

          she lays there at the table with blood oozing out from her head and nostrils. i don't get it,
she's not supposed to bleed. she's not real.

          "stupid, stupid, michael." her voice echoes and i turn to find the damn demon in her still terrifying state, smiling crookedly at me. she eyes the unconscious girl and everything seems to spin my head.

          i murdered an innocent life. her life isn't mine to take, and i took it.