"Crazy" they called me. "Insane". "Psychopath". I believed them. Why else would they keep me holed up in an Asylum. When I arrived here I wasn't insane, I know I wasn't. However, being kept in the same room for hours on end, not to see the the sun ever again, staring at the same 4 walls every day for 4 years changes you. I wasn't a lunatic, but they made me one.
I stared at my favourite wall, I know that's weird but it really was my favourite wall. I only had 4 but this one was different. There was a small barred window on it's top half that I would always like to stare at. You couldn't see anything through it though, it was blurred but still some colours would peek through. I needed colours. In a place where everything is either black, grey or white, colours where necessary.
I loved staring at the window it was like a kaleidoscope of colours, the only bright thing in my cell. I can't say that the colours coming from the window keept me sane, because if it did I wouldn't be here. It's nearly time. No, I won't do it. Yes, you will. You always do. You always do. You always do. She wouldn't stop talking. She never did. Her words were a chorus in my head, never ending. She grew louder in my head, pushing her will for me to kill harder against my will.
Soon she would take over and I would just be a passenger in the vessel of my body. I would see everything she does with my hands and everyone she kills but I will be helpless inside. I will not be able to stop her. I couldn't let that happen, not again. I could feel her starting to take over my body and I was starting to lose control of it. I did the only thing I could at that moment. I needed to get her out of my head. I didn't want to kill someone. Not again.
Bang, Bang, Bang. The sound of me banging my head on the wall was loud but I couldn't feel the pain. I needed her out of me. And then it happened. She had full control over my body and I was pulled back into my head to watch as an outsider. She stopped banging her head on the wall and started screaming at the metal door that happened to be the exit out of my cell. "LET ME OUT" she screamed. Over and over again. Her voice was weird coming out of my lips, it felt wrong, it didn't feel like me.
She kept screaming and it drilled inside my head, I hated it. Her screams were the worst, they would pierce your brain and hurt your core, your soul. It was a maniac scream and the worst thing about it was it sounded just like on of my screams. Finally a guard arrived to investigate on who was making such a disturbance to the eerie quietness of the asylum. Normally, I hated the guards, but this one was a downright prince coming to save me from her inside my head. The guard peeked through the small slot in the door that we were served food from.
Many other inmates in the asylum were allowed to socialize and get food from a cafeteria, but not me. I'm in a part of the asylum that was "high security". It basically meant they didn't trust me to not murder someone. She suddenly raised my arm and scratched at the guard's eye who immediately backed away. Then there was a loud thud. He had fell backwards. I could hear groaning and the guard calling for back up. "Back up needed in high security ward, cell number 7, I repeat back up needed in high security ward, cell number 7".
She screamed again and I tried fighting her. I tried to take over my own body again, pushing against her will to reinforce mine. It didn't work, it never did. I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, it sounded like there were at least 4 guards. Finally, they took so long to arrive, usually they were here in a instant because there was back up guards on standby near the high security ward. Suddenly the footsteps cease and there is a sound of the key being put into the lock and the slow creak of the metal door as it opened inward. She didn't waste anytime, she lunged straight for the first guard who was rocked back by the force of her punch. 3 other guards pile into the room with batons at the ready.
Two of them held my arms down with such force that I was certain there would be bruises later. The other guard held down my legs, she didn't stop struggling. When she took over I was much faster and stronger. The guards had a hard time keeping me down and she let out a loud scream that pierced my ears. The guard on the left revealed a syringe in his hand that was filled with blue liquid. I knew exactly what that was. A sedative. I had it all the time. He wasted no time and pushed the needle into my shoulder and inserted the liquid. She let out a another blood-curdling scream which was cut short because the sedative was starting to do it's job.
My eyes closed and the last thing I heard was "inmate 77B is successfully sedated". Relieved, I welcomed the darkness, it was the only thing that would keep me from her.
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