(I'm writing this during lunch at school, so sorry if it's not as good)
A high pitched shriek yanks me from sleep. I cautiously tip toe to the locked door. It was warm just a minute ago, but it's really fucking cold now. I peer through the small rectangle of thick glass.
Is someone hurt, do you think? Patients have screamed during hallucinations, but this seems different. My pulse quickens.
Through the door window on the other side of the hallway, I can faintly see a form.
A head slumped over a chest, slowly swinging in circles from the ceiling.
My vision blurs a little.
What the hell?
How did this even happen? There's nothing in a typical ward that we can use to kill ourselves.
I pound my fist against the door.
"Help!" I shriek. "Someone! Is anyone out there? A patient committed suicide!"
My voice is hoarse now. Damn it, Val. This is all your fault. You could've stopped this.
'Stop it!" I sob, giving a final pound at the door.
I suddenly felt its weight give beneath my fist. My eyes widen in shock.
The door opens.
Oh snap! I know these chapters are short, but I haven't been getting many votes/views/comments so I won't go longer until then! (40 views, 20 ★, guys?) Tell me what you think in comments. Also, what's your favorite emoji?
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Psychos
HorrorJezebel, Valerie, Rafe, and Griffin have two things in common: They're all crazy, and they're all patients at the Sinclair Institution. Everything's as fine as it could be in an asylum... until patients begin to go missing.
