Daniel's POV)
I could still see how she looked standing at my doorstep. Huddling in rags, shaking from the cold. Her face, covered in soot and dried blood. Her hair a hard charred black. I wanted to let her in, I wanted to. But no matter how many times I could tell myself that I wanted this and wanted that. For the first time I actually saw what everyone was talking about. The freak under it all. She had killed her mother, and her dad fell into such shame he offed himself just a bit after She was institutionalized.
I couldn't bare to see her anymore. I couldn't see what my childhood friend and first love was doing. Doing to herself and who she was becoming. It was just folklore but from what I have heard. Those like Sixx were greeted by demons in the night. Offering heavenly delights and deals. With a brandished mark on their skin or clothes. I used to know a few stories of a boy who had burnt his eyelids and slaughtered his family. His sanity shattering the moment he had seen his face.
I gave Sixx the clothes she needed and had started making coffee. I wondered how she would feel with a fresh brew. I thought that maybe they would give me more time. That they would allow her to just eat something! Then I still cared of course.
When I had stopped at her door I could hear her mumble to herself. Static filled my ears disrupting me from other words that I couldn't make out. That's when I knew, just as they had told me. That there was nothing that I or they could do. She was supposed to be taken, taken somewhere else. I learned from a young age that the world is never as it seems, that there are other motives people will not tell you about for advantage. I knew that this was happening here with them.
They told me specifically, that my job was done. But there she was, in my bathroom. I know she saw the house, and thought something of me. That she felt pity. Truth was I fell back into these habits because I was losing Fern. I was losing my grip too. However they didn't care they even supplied me with fresh makes. I was their lab rat right now. I grew up with them.
I laughed bitterly to myself from inside my room. It was a nice complex, my bed was organized with needles and several other bags of white and yellow powder.
I saw them, the demons. From the folklore, and how they told me to be ready to see them. I took that electronic guy well. He said nothing but static ripped through my head. Making my eyes haze and my head spin. I didn't last long and neither did their stay. Sixx was gone in a cloud of smoke. I wondered how she was or if she was even herself.
I heard that insanity like that changes you. Physically.. I shivered feeling chill ripple down my spine. I dismissed it as nothing since the facility was heavily armed, under surveillance, and with the newest tech. Newest as in the government doesn't even have it.
This facility was run privately and totally, fool proof to them. I had put my head down allowing myself to rest with the heavy weight of my recent injection.
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I shot up feeling something like cold fingers run down my face. Goosebumps and sweat glazed my skin. I looked around the darkness of my room, and couldn't find anything or hear anything out of the ordinary. I decided to dress myself in the comfortable wear given to me by them. They supplied me with the employee dress wear. Knowing full well that I was an asset.
I tied the strings of my hoodie and my sweats. My feet scuffling on the cold ground. Shame that there wasn't any carpet. I opened my door to the hallway. My heart sunk lower than I had ever felt it. Lights flickered on and off, several that were hung on the wall for stability were hanging. Moving to a slight swing motion. My heart pounded heavy in my chest. My breath came out shallow and I could see it.
I prayed. Prayed and Prayed that nothing would happen. That this was just a dream. That I would wake up from my tripping reality, and quit the drugs for awhile. Blood splattered the walls haphazardly. I thought I could see a few bodies, but they were gone in seconds. I didn't understand it was as if they vanished in front of me.
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Silence (Psychos Trilogy Creepy Pasta)
HorrorDescription Evaluated and told to meet a psychologist every Wednesday, Sixx has a hard time keeping with reality,and when she gradually gets worse she begins to see creatures in her happy place, and only place to escape. When she starts to in-visio...