Patient 143 paced around his cell, shaking nervously.
How, why, and when did I get here?
"Who am I?" 143 stared at the grotesque child-like drawings on the wall.
What crazy ass person put those there?
143 could hear the distant mumbling of a doctor outside his cell.
"He is extremely unstable... [unintelligible words]...schizophrenic symptoms... [unintelligible]...recover, I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Francis, please visit on the...[unintelligible]."
"Alright, as long as our son gets better...goodbye Doctor Evans, thank you."
143 tapped his foot nervously.
Were those my parents? I hope they were...they seemed nice.
143 stared at the floor blankly until the doctor knocked on the door, which snapped 143 back to reality, the doctor walked in holding a notepad.
"Hello patient...." The doctor flipped through his files. "...143, I am your psychiatrist...you may call me Doctor Evans, sorry about the drawings on the wall, those were the last patient's drawings that was in this cell."
143 felt uncomfortable with this strange man now looking him up and down as if he was ready to eat him.
"What do want from me?"
"Just tell me what you remember."
143 stares blankly past Dr.Evans.
What do I remember? Hm...well, I remember I was in my sister's apartment-
"Excuse me for a second...do you realise you're speaking out loud?"
143 looks surprised. "No sir, I did not realise."
Dr.Evans writes down some scribbles on his notepad.
"Sir...may I ask you a question?"
"Yes, of course."
"What is my name?"
Dr.Evans flips through more of his files. "Strange...I don't have the record with me at the moment." Dr.Evans looks slightly agitated at this inconvenience.
"Now, tell me, what were you doing at your sister's apartment?"
"I was...watching a movie, it was a dark movie, like Tim Burton."
Dr.Evans nods. "What was happening it that movie?"
"There was a woman...she turned into a spider"
Dr.Evans keeps writing down notes."Are you aware that your sister was murdered in her apartment six months ago?"
143 stares in disbelief.
I have a sister? Who killed her?
"It is said that you were in her apartment at the time of the murder, can you confirm this."
143 hesitates then shakes his head.
"You've been missing until the authorities found you naked and unconscious on the side of the road three days ago."
143 stares blankly at the floor.
"I know this is a lot to take in, I shall leave you alone now to dwell on that a little further"
Dr.Evans walks out of the room closing the door behind him while 143 sighs and lays down on the bed.
Who am I and what the fuck happened to me?
(Hello friends, I have not been publishing in a while so I thought I might kick you in the back with this new book, it will hopefully be insanely dark and very graphic, if you're not interested in that I suggest you DO NOT read further, this will not contain the same lighthearted cheesy romance shadows and angels has so sit tight motherfuckers)
