delilahs pov
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it was around 12am, I think. dr. hayes had insisted that I stayed until 4am and have the rest of the day off. last night at around 1am, there was alarms set off and things happened, but dr. refuses to tell anyone what it was. that had really gotten my mind going.
the asylum was very quiet. I was probably the only nurse on duty, along with the two security guards that constantly guarded the doors. I had never really thought this job would be as tiring as everyone said it was, but it is. definitely.
ahs was blaring from the tv in front of me, lighting the room up. a small carton of milk and a green apple was sat in front of me. that was all they served for nurses.
the clock struck 1am, as I got up sighing. I walked down the corridor, checking that all patients were asleep. they were. walking into the medicine room, I noticed that a box had fallen off the shelf, cracked syringes and jar full of pills everywhere. i groaned, running a hand through my hair.
as I started mopping up the spilt medication, footsteps echoed in the corridor. the mop fell to the floor as I opened the oak wood door. the creaking noise it made added to the effect of a dark hallway with mysterious noises. perfect, isn't it.
a dark figure appeared, who could either have been Dan or Phil. I mean they were
6ft+ tall. "who are you?"they whipped their body around, and I was met with two large blue eyes. his jaw dropped as he started stuttering. "i-im s-s s-o-rry. p-please don't h-hurt me." he dropped to the floor and curled into a little ball, sobbing slightly.
"philip, I'm not going to hurt you. I want to know why you were out of your cell?" he looked up at my with watery eyes, sniffling.
"i want to escape. i hate it here. you are all sick people." I furrowed my eyebrows. sick people? "how are we sick, Phil?"
his eyes darkened. "don't act like you are so clueless (self promo I have a Calum hood book go read it lol). the doctors here aren't real. they don't know what they're doing. t-they try and fix people, b-but they never come back. a-and you HELP THEM! YOU HE-" I hushed him and grabbed his hand, rubbing it with my thumb.
"Phil, I've only been here for two months. I'm sure they aren't bad doctors. you need to calm down. let's get you to bed, yes?" he shrugged my hand off of him and stood up, storming into his cell. I sighed, walking back into the medicine room.
i was confused when I saw the box that was previously on the floor, back of the shelf, taped up. I furrowed my eyebrows, walking towards it. I picked it up, setting it on a table. it seemed heavy, heavier than usual.
I took a knife and cut it open. I made an incision in the box and a red liquid started pouring out. I gasped, dropping the knife on the floor. the box was now open, blood dripping from the small hole. what the fuck do I do? there's no one I can tell. I held my nose with one hand, the stench blocking my nostrils with smells of dead animals. I squinted my eyes as I tore open the box. guts and intestines filled the box, making me cringe and feel light headed. what the fuck.
all of a sudden, a cockroach about the size of a palm of someone's hand crawled out of the box, towards me. I shifted backwards, it's long legs a uttering towards me. my breathing starting to become heavy, my instincts filling my head.
I stomped on the insect. a crushing noise filled the room, sending shivers down my back. a slowly pulled my foot away from the ground, jumping as thousands of smaller cockroaches scurried away from me. the door behind me slammed shut causing me to let out a small whimper. I whipped around, seeing the windows and walls covered in red handprints. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me and help me. I tried opening the door handle, but it was jammed. I cried out, tears blurring my vision. I glanced out of the window, seeing Dan standing there with an evil smirk on his face.
I rushed towards the glass, banging my hands on it and screaming. he laughed, walking back into the darkness of the hallway. squeezing my eyes shut, I sobbed into my hands. a loud scream erupted from the speakers of the room, making me open my eyes.
it was all gone. the blood, the handprints, the insects, the box. it was all back to normal. the box was on the floor again, with the mop laying next to it. I glanced out of the window, seeing no one. i was confused. what the bloody hell was that?
I took a deep breath before turning back to the box, kicking it over to the wall in distress. I sighed, pressing my fingers to my temples.
it's ok.
it was a hallucination.
i really don't get enough sleep.
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-Anna ♡
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