"Mr. Pierce?"
I look up from the floor and see a beautiful woman with long, blonde hair sitting patiently in front of me. She has a firm grip on her clipboard while twiddling a pen between her fingers in her other hand.
"Mr. Pierce?" she repeats.
"Sorry, what?"
"Can I call you James?"
I nod and look around the room. Everything is lifeless. The walls are painted a dreary shade of blue and the windows are barred over. Even the tile is dull.
"Why haven't you been taking your medication, James?"
"What medication?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion.
"Asenapine, prescribed for schizophrenia." She explains in a monotonous tone; it matches the room.
"I don't need Asenapine. I'm not schizophrenic. I'm not crazy, Doctor."
The woman sighs and loosens her grip on the clipboard.
"For the dreams, James."
I am utterly confused as I try to take in my surroundings,
"Where am I exactly?" I ask.
"London Psychiatric Ward."
"How long have I been here?"
"Five years."
Nothing about this made sense. Was I dreaming this?
The knot in my stomach returns as I remember my sister. She must have put me back in here when they found me in the forest.
"Can I see Annie?" I ask the woman.
"I'm afraid I don't know who Annie is, Mr. Pierce."
"My sister."
"You don't have a sister."
Her words echo in my mind as the scene of what happened in the forest replays in my mind. And suddenly, I come to a realization. I am crazy. None of it was real. Not the woman, or the bodies, or Annie. I am crazy, and I'm living a nightmare.
YOU ARE READING
Living Nightmare
HorrorJames Price suffered reoccurring nightmares as a child. After a misdiagnosis and many years spent apart from his family, the nightmare finally stops... until one day when it becomes a reality.
