I'm NOT crazy! I'm just.......Normal

It's been weeks!

chapter 27

I've been here now for about six weeks, and the torture has gotten more and more, cruel and inhuman. He's tried to burn me, strangle me, starve me, and even electrocute me. Every time he hurts me he always asks me the same questions. 'Why did you kill them?' 'What made you do it?' He keeps asking me the same questions and i never answer i always stay quiet except for my screams and whimpering. 
At the minute he's talking to some other policeman about another patient, and he won't be coming in until later this afternoon. I've total forgotten what day it is or what time it is. I can bearly see and i can't hear myself anymore because of the loud silence. I hum the familiar tune, The silent melody replaying its self over and over again.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word...Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird..."

                                                              I need to scream.

"And if that mockingbird won't sing... Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring..."

                               I need to hear.

"And if that diamond ring turns brass...Momma's gonna buy you a looking glass..."

                                                             I need to see.

"And if that looking glass gets broke... Momma's gonna buy you a billy goat..." 

                              I need to eat.

"And if that billy goat won't pull...Momma's gonna buy you a cart and bull..."

                                                                 I need to run.

"And if that cart and bull turn over... Momma's gonna buy you a dog named Rover..." 

                        I need to move.

"And if that dog named Rover won't bark... Momma's gonna buy you a horse and cart..." 

                                     I NEED TO ESCAPE.

"And if that horse and cart fell down... you'll still be the cutest baby in this town"

I sang that song to myself over and over, trying to stay calm and keep whatever pice of sanity i had left. My mom would sing that to my brother when he was sad, but never had she once sang it to me. 

____________time skip to when HE'S back___________________________________________

I snapped my attention to the door as i heard HIM coming back into the room, I never really got to know his name, he had most likely told me but i was too busy trying to ignore the overwhelming pain. His heavy footsteps booming on the floor and his slow breath piercing the air as he walk always had me on edge. He pulled in a chair from the other room and sat in front of me, his legs on ever side of the chair and his arms crossed over the backrest with his chin resting on his arms. He was staring at me as i hung my head down low, refusing to look at him. "LOOK AT ME!" he yelled but i didn't move my head, i haven't eaten anything with in the time I've been here. But then again i guess what i eat isn't something you can easily get a hold of. My arms have gone completely numb from being held up for weeks and lack of blood circulation. 
"I said....LOOK.AT.ME!" he repeated saying each word slow. I slowly lifted my head and looked at him throu half-lidded eyes, giving him a look of disgust. "good," he pulled a can out from his pocket and opened the lid, pulling out a spoon he shoveled some of the slushy food looking porridge onto the spoon and moved it near my mouth. I closed my mouth tight and looked to the side. "Come on, you haven't eaten in weeks." he said and grabbed my chin. "Now, EAT!" he said shoving the spoon into my mouth, Instantly i gagged and could feel a vile liquid rising from my throat. Quickly i turned my head and puked out the food and stomach said. He let out a sigh and walked out the room, seconds later he came back with a glass of water. "Here," he said holding my chin up and placing the rim of the glass near my lips. I gulped down the whole glass and pulled my head away after. "What DO you want to eat?" he asked letting go of my chin making my head drop back down. 

"M-me..." i tried to say 'meat' but couldn't get the words out, he sighed and told me to wait a moment while he got something. It's not like i could go anywhere else!..... When he came back he had a plastic box. I looked at him confused but then he put the box down in front of me, kneeling down on the floor he pulled out my hoodie and stuck his hand in the pocket.

"Is this what you eat?" he asked pulling out the black tub that had the organs in it, i nodded my head weakly, but stared at the tub with longing as if it was the last piece of candy in the world. Wich to me it might as well be. He looked at me in disgust as he glanced at the black tub then back at me. "Do you want this?" he asked with a smirk, i nodded my head vigorously. He opened the tub and held his nose, fuck its gone off! "Why do you eat this stuff?" he asked looking into the tub. Wait he doesn't know what'sin there?! I used what vere strength i had left to ask no to begg for food. "o-or-organs" i whispered shakily and his head shot up to look at me, his face looked shocked and disgusted maybe even scared at the same time. "You sick fuck!!" he yelled throwing the contents of the black tub on me, the heart and kidneys hitting my face and falling to the floor, my hair and face was soaked with the jelly i used to stop the organs from going old and un-edible. I licked my lips, licking off some of the jelly and blood. He kicked the plastic box away and pushed the chair back near the door, as he pulled the metal table near me a sudden wave of horror washed over me. He chuckled as he picked up a hammer and a single nail, he placed the nail over my shoulder and hovered the hammer over the top. "You can stop this you know? just tell me what i want to know and you can stop this" he said still hovering the hammer over the nail. "5.....4.....3.....2...." i was just about to speak when "ONE!!!" he shouted slamming the hammer down on the nail pushing it into my shoulder and hitting my bone. "AHHHHH!" i screamed in agony. He walked back to the table and picked up another nail, this time placing it on above my knee. I sqwermed and riggeled, wishing that he would stop, i quickly opened my mouth and spoke "O-OkAy!" i said shakily as loud as i could. "That's a good girl! now tell me what are you?" he asked and i stayed silent for a second not really knowing WHAT i was. "5....4...3..." he started counting down with the hammer inched away from the nail  "I DON'T KNOW!" i screamed and he hit the nail on the head making it price just above my knee cap. 

"Wrong answer!" he said just as he said those last words the door opened to the white room, as i call it. "Mister yikes you're wanted in the main hall, one of your patients are throwing a fit and demand to only talk to you." A woman with strawberry blond hair spoke stopping 'Mister Yikes' from picking up another nail. "Okay Madeline, ill go there right away," he said and she left the room. "I'll be back to finish with you later!" he growled and walked out the room, slamming the door behind him. I lowered my head sniffling and whimpering at the pain.