How The Shadows Scream

Reality

I listen and hear the scraping of metal and the click of a pen. I glance and see him siting in a metal chair with his notebook. He looks up at me and looks back down.       "She has a broken collarbone and a fracture in her skull." He sighs. I stay quiet, he just wants me to react so he can write it down in his notebook. I grit my teeth just thinking about it. He gets up and unlocks the restraints. I feel my wrists and ankles throb.       "I don't enjoy seeing my patients like that." He smiles at me. I do not hesitate to slam him to the ground and wrap my hand around his neck. It's been years since I've experienced this rush. His face turns a bright red and he smacks me. I keep him pinned and tighten my grip on his neck. His eyes begin to roll to the back of his head. I smile a bit until something flashes. I blink and see I have my hand on Ellis, on her neck. She's crying. She's not real. This isn't real. I clench my hand on her neck and she hits me again. I pull away and wrap my arms around her. The voices begin to mumble. She betrayed me, you should not be hugging her. I stay in her warm embrace. The voices grow in intensity and they fill my head with the thoughts that sent me here. My body begins to shiver as I try to fight the urge to snap her little neck. The voices scream at me and I begin to be fueled with rage. I can't trust her. I can only trust them. I grab her by the head and slam it into the floor. She immediately stops moving and I lift her up by her head. I drag her to the corner of the room and set her there. She looks like a porcelain doll that my grandmother used to collet. She looks nice with these padded walls. Blood drips from the side of her head as she sits there. It's a nice drop of color for what it seems like a monochrome world. I sit and stare at her. She hasn't lost any of her beauty even though it's been years. I notice one of them in the corner of my eye. I turn to it and suddenly a hand slams me to the floor. Ellis pins me down and has something in her hand. A bright light flashes and I see him. I grab him by his shirt and pull him to my face. He pushes me back and shoves pills in my mouth. I spit them out and throw him down. The voices whisper and I've just about had it with them. With him too. I  raise my foot and stomp on his head until his blood stains the padded floor. It seeps into the fabric and his body remains motionless. Was that really Ellis? No, it couldn't be. I remember how I murdered her. That regret that is deep inside of me, it's turning into animalistic lust. He violently jolts awake and gasps for air. His eyes are wide like a doe looking into the headlights of an oncoming car.     "You're terrifying." His voice trembles as he speaks. I stay quiet. He sits up and looks into my eyes.     "This isn't my first time with someone like you." He smiles.  "So twenty-one questions. Do you feel any remorse for murdering your parents and partner?"