Psycho

Chapter Ten: Hallucination

"You better have gum or something, your breath will stink" The words that left Tommy's mouth run through my ears, but the voice didn't match.

It was Luke's voice.

My shoulders were tensed as a shiver ran through my body, I slowly turned around, only to be met with the entry door of McDonald's. I was so confused, looking every direction as possible searching for him. My eyebrows were furrowed all the way to my car.

The whole car journey consisted of Luke's voice repeating that sentence, about every 2 minutes. I was actually going crazy or something.

I was at home laying in my bed reading when I heard a moaning sound. It sounded like a male and had a gurgling sound. I looked up and seen Daniel standing in my doorway with his eyes rolled back, zombie like, moaning and reaching towards me. I let out a frightened scream, standing up off the bed and walking backwards into the wall.

He started moving towards me, limping and making disgusting noises. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was sobbing so loud the neighbors probably could of heard me. I grabbed the closest thing which happened to be a empty bowl that my cereal was in from the other night, gross I know, and threw it at 'him'. He fell to the ground and groaned, suddenly sounding normal again. I looked at him as he changed back to normal.

"Ughh," he groaned "what the hell Scar?" He snapped, rubbing his forehead.

"O-Oh my God," I breathed, I was shaking like mad "I just... you were like.. dead and tried to kill me" I choked a sob. "Are you ok?"

"I guess.." he shrugged "Wait! You said I was dead? What are you on about?"

"I don't know what was happening," I sighed, wiping my tears. "I just seen you and you looked like you were dead, limping and making groaning noises."

"Are you feeling ok? Maybe you're just tired?" Daniel said.

"I think that's what's wrong," I nodded, " I haven't had proper sleep in a while actually"

"Why don't you go to bed now then," he said, standing up and dusting himself off -- picking up the bowl that surprisingly didn't smash.

"I think I will," I yawned.

I walked over to him and gave him a quick hug, apologizing for the bowl accident. He just shrugged it off, obviously not phased by it, even though it'd leave a nasty bruise on his forehead. I got changed into my pjs and took off my make up before getting into my bed, the thick white comforter sinking over me, making me smile to myself in approval. My eyelids grew heavy.

During the night about one or two in the morning, I woke up and I was extremely thirsty. So I got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. I walked to the kitchen staring down at the ground and when I got there I turned on the light, looking up - letting out another high pitched scream, bodies were hanging from the ceiling, they were pale and covered in soil. I ran back to my room and slammed the door shut, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I rested my head against the door with my eyes closed.

A few minutes later I opened my eyes again. And all over my white walls was the word 'Belial' [A/N Google it] in bold letters with it repeatedly written everywhere but in smaller sizes, which looked like it was written in blood and wrote by a finger.

"Daniel!" I screamed as I cried.

I turned around to open the door, but it was locked, I a bubbling noise coming from behind me. I sobbed quietly and turned around, a black oily puddle on my neatly made bed that I had left a mess to go to my 'kitchen', the puddle suddenly started getting bigger, and not by length, but by height. it was like a person was coming through my bed cover, it was a body with facial-less features, dressed in a orange jumpsuit, just like the ones at the asylum.

Turning back around and trying to open the door, it finally opened, only to be met by the nine or ten bodies from the kitchen, standing outside my room, staring at me with jet black eyes. I felt a pressure on my head, it was so sore I couldn't keep my eyes open. My knees gave in and I collapsed to the ground, seeing the group of dead people's feet walking towards me. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling cold hands on both my upper arms, shaking me.

"Scarlet!" someone shouted, the cold hands turning into warmer ones.

My eyes snapped open, Daniel's worried face came into view. The bed comforter was kicked down at my feet, I was covered in a layer of sweat, hair was stuck to my forehead and I was breathing heavily.

Daniel's strong arms wrapped around my body, keeping me close to him as I sobbed loudly into his chest, my hands wrapped around his torso.

"Shh, it's just a dream, you're ok" He soothed, slowly rocking side-to-side. "do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"N-No, not now anyway," I whispered.

He kissed my temple and hugged my once more before walking out and going back to his room. I cuddled my comforter close to my body, my heart was still racing.

Morning came sooner than I hoped it would. I had stayed up all night, too frightened to go to sleep. Daniel thought I was asleep though.

"Scarlet? Are you wanting to go in today? I could call in for you?" Daniel asked as he peaked his head round the door.

"Please," I smiled weakly and he nodded.

I was still in bed and it was just after nine, I should of been in work an hour ago. My eyes closed again but opened when Daniel came back in with a handful of letters that must of came through the door.

"Here are three for you, they look like they are from the same person," He shrugged, throwing the letters onto my lap. "The rest are just bills that we'll sort out another time," he smiled before walking out the room, shutting the door behind him.

I ripped the first envelop, pulling out the white folded paper that smelt someone sprayed aftershave on it.

'I do not have a mobile phone, so this is how I will connect to you. I know you won't be able to reply. But this is just what I wanted.'

I frowned, who was it? I opened the second,

'You look so vulnerable when you're having a nightmare, almost made me feel bad.'

I gasped, a hand flying over my mouth. The third one.

'forever, my Rose.'

James' POV:

"James, a quick word please?" Dr Cartridge said.

I obeyed him and walked over to him, he was standing outside his office, I was sweeping in his department. I followed him into his office and sat on the seat across from him.

"Scarlet Rose," he announced, "-you are close with her, am I correct?" He said, no emotion on his face.

"You are," I nodded.

"Well James, I have the power to do a lot of things here at Riversfield, I may not be the boss of the whole asylum, but I'm pretty darn close to it." He said. "And to have the power to fire people, isn't really one of my favourite things to do," he stopped to take a sip off his coffee, "So James, Scarlet has been called in by her friend Daniel, informing she isn't able to come in today. As you know, there is only three days, maximum, you can take off, and do you know how many Miss Rose has taken off?" He asked.

"No sir.."

"Twelve."

"Oh."

There was a pretty long and awkward pause before he spoke up again, "That is unacceptable, we only allowed this because we wanted to test Scarlet on how passionate she is about her work, but this is too far."

"If you don't mind me asking sir, but what has this got to do with me?" I asked.

"I need you to fire her."