Psycho

Chapter Eleven: Mind Control

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."

"You want me to fire her?" I asked in disbelief.

"That's what I said"

"But... that's not my place to do that"

"But it's my place to tell you what to do so I expect you to do it or I'll fire you myself" he spat.

"She hasn't even done anything wrong, she can't help it when she's ill"

He sighed and put his face in his hands and shook his head slowly. "you're right, I know. It's just..I'm stressed out about losing 37 patients"

"So...." I trailed.

"So you don't need to fire her"

"Thank god" I whispered.

Scarlet's POV:

I've been in bed all day absolutely freezing and petrified. Daniel thinks it's lack of sleep, it could be, but something's not right.. I don't feel right either. I feel weird and like I'm being watched.

When Daniel left to go to work and he had gave me a tray of food and drink so I didn't need to get out of bed, even though I'll need to get out if I need the toilet. That wasn't really thought out well.

I sighed and rest my head back on the headboard of my bed, thinking about they hallucinations I was having. What the hell did Belial mean?

I got out my Macbook Air from underneath my bed and sat it on my lap, lifting the screen up and turning it on. It took a couple of minutes to set up and load, whilst that was going on I was staring out my bedroom window, looking at the cars that drove past.

My laptop was ready and I went onto Google, typing in 'Belial' and hitting the enter button.

' Belial is a term occurring in the Hebrew Bible which later became personified as a demon in Jewish and Christian texts

The term belial (בליעל bĕli-yaal) is a Hebrew adjective meaning "worthless" from two common words beli- (בְּלִי "without-") and ya'al ( יָעַל "value") '

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself, utter confusion written on my face no doubt. "So really.. my walls were telling me I'm worthless.." My eyebrows furrowed, then I let out a small laugh "I need to stop talking to myself,"

I exited the window tab, not wanting to read anymore -- I let out a scream and my hand flew over my mouth and I clamped my eyes shut, slamming the laptop screen down. My screensaver had changed from three little grey kittens with cute little outfits on to a forrest with bodies hanging from trees.

I was hallucinating again.

Suddenly, I felt a pressure press down onto my chest, like someone was sitting on it. I couldn't breathe, feeling a pair of cold hands wrap around my neck, squeezing the oxygen out of my lungs.

My legs were kicking up and down as I tried to squirm out of an invisible grip that probably wasn't even there. I felt the blood rush up to my face as I tried to peel the hand off my neck, I could actually feel someone on me, but I couldn't see them.

I heard the front door slam open and heavy footsteps coming in, the sound of a metal chain dragging on the wooden floor. Once the 'body' was off me I gasped loudly, clutching my chest, feeling the air go into my lungs. My breathing was rapid, but I stopped when the chain noise stopped.

I got up from my bed and walked to the opposite wall, watching my door intently, (the door is on the same wall where the bed is). Some sort of blue smoke was coming from underneath, the cloud of smoke travelled towards me, my breath was hitched in my throat. I watched as the smoke started to form something. I tilted my head in confusion, my heart was smashing against my rib cage. The smoke formed an outline of a face, I waited for the eyes, nose etc.. but it didn't come, it was just a skull face. My eyes widened as I launched at me, it let out high ear-piercing scream, like the spooky bitch from The Woman In Black.

I dropped to my knees on the floor, covering my ears to block out the sound but it was no use, it was still loud as fuck.

"S-Stop!! Please!" I screamed as I cried.

My head started hurting like hell as I continued to plead for this thing to stop whatever it was doing. I was crying so hard, the hardest yet. All I've been doing is crying, I can't deal with this anymore. I don't even know what is happening or why I'm hallucinating.

"Please! Stop it! It hurts," I screamed, hiccuping through my screams and cries.

Then everything just stops, the screaming, the soreness in my head, the tears, everything. I look up, everything is back to normal. I straighten my back, looking around my room for the smoke ghost thing, but it wasn't there.

I let out a sigh of relief and wiped the tears off my cheeks with the sleeve of Daniel's grey sweater. After a few minutes of calming down, I get up off the floor and walk out of my room and walk over to the couch and plopping down.

"What is wrong with me?" I asked myself, rhetorically.

"It's not you," That familiar husky voice sounded through out the room.

I looked up, expecting to see Luke in front of me, but he wasn't there. I groaned aloud and lifting my arm up, forming a fist and punching down onto the couch. I heard a deep chuckle -- that I know too well to not even need to think about who it was -- from behind me.

I twisted my body around to look behind me. Luke was standing there. Dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain black sweater with old brown boot shoes with that stupid smirk.

"W-What are you doing here?" I asked, shaking madly.

"I came to see you baby," he walked closer to the couch. "Do you have a problem with that?" He asked, crouching down so he was eye level with me, resting his folded arms on the back of the couch, staring at me - waiting for an answer.

"Uh, no"

"Good," he said, leaning closer to whisper in my ear "You'd have to be punished if you did" His plump lips slightly touching my ear as he spoke.

I backed away quickly, staring at him with wide eyes, "How did you get in here?" I asked, he pointed to the front door, which was wide open.

"Did you, uhh.. hear me-"

"Screaming and crying? Yeah, I did" He smiled evilly.

"And you didn't even try to help?" I snapped.

"Why would I help something that I'm controlling?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh please, you thought all they dreams and hallucinations were just your imagination. Nu-uh," He chuckled darkly.

"Y-You're doing this?" I asked in shock, he didn't answer, he just smiled weirdly at me and walked towards the front door, walking out my apartment and slamming the door shut behind him. Leaving me alone and confused.