A Wake of Insanity

The Road To Insanity

Journal entry :17

The room cast shades of gray that dance across the walls. That color. Gray, gray, gray. Everything is always grey, black and white. No other color passes through the walls that are enclosed around me. It starts to drive you insane. Everything you remember looses it's color. Everything blends together. Minutes become days, days weeks , weeks to months. Time passes you by in this place, no matter how hard you try to hold on to it.

My body grows cold, icy, unnaturally frigid. I grip my knees tightly to my chest, desperately trying to get warmth. Huddled in the corner of my claustrophobic room. My hair covers my eyes, too scared to look up, always lost in my thoughts with the voices. Their gone now, but not for long.

For a spilt second I got the courage to look apon my room again. I look up at my bed that sat about 3 feet in front of me. Gray covers, white bed sheets , both stained with yellow, but their color turned petrifingly gray a long time ago. I turn my head slowly to the left. The giant metal door, overpowers the room in darkness, the slot closed like it's been for hours now. Continuing to turn my head left till I was facing the opposite wall. I couldn't believe what my eye saw within the darkness. It was him.

My breath hitched, running away. "I can't breath," my mind screams. I try to frantically to catch it. Suddenly, I start to shaking vigorously, my mind began racing, fear engulfing my body. My breathe returned, but only for me to start hyperventilating.

The voices began to return, awaking from their slumber.

"Crazy!" Said one voice with a maniacal laugh. "Psyco!" Another screeches. The other laughs mercilessly. They continue to taunt me. I grab my hair, pulling it violently, trembling . The room gets darker and darker. The shadow man starts to move from his corner. Bending, contorting into a figure of a tall man. Forcing my eyes downward, trying to ignore him yet his still there, inching closer. I can still see him in the dark room. He won't leave no matter how hard I try to wish him away.

Fear. I scream, terrified, tears stream down my eyes. The taste of pain settles in my mind, leaving it horrified. My heart rapidly beating, blood rushing through my body. They just won't shut up. They blind my thoughts. They get even louder as he approaches.

"Die!" Said one. "Kill. Kill. Kill," one laughed. I can almost see them smiling, razor teeth showing within darkness, crookedly happy at what they've done to me.

"Go away!" I cry, pleading them. But, it only seemed to make it worse. They grew even louder. He's getting closer . So close I can smell his aroma. The essence of decay and rotting flesh fills my nose.

I frantically squirm further in to the corner of the room, trying to get as far from his as possible. The rough wall scratches at my skin. It's coldness kisses my arms, and body through my hospital gown.

He's so much closer now. I feel the numbingly cold radiating off him. I slowly turn my head. The voices seem to decrease as I continue to turn towards him. Terror replaces the voices, filling my mind with greater fear then before.

Nothing could ever prepared me when I see the shadow man.

Tall figure, bony, and disgustingly thin. Black clothing, torn and riped, dirty and withered. My eyes meet his. His whole eyes are black, eyes and cheeks sunken in, crooked smile, showing off his razor sharp teeth. Just like the voices. I tick my eyes down immediately, avoiding he creepy stare.

His skin was sickly white compared to the black robe that stuck to his body showing his thin structure. His robe is draped on to the floor beside me moving as he got closer.