The Girl in the Asylum

Chapter 6: Me, her and sharp plastic

My attention was back to the window. Going off on tangents was a regular thing for me. To make matters worse, it continued to rain. The heavens had opened and they were not pleased. I was stood in a vulnerable place. I was exposed to the elements. I needed real medical attention but a place like this would never provide it.. The windows were running with water. I could hear it running through the gutters below me.
I stopped watching the rain and began to clear up the mess throughout the room. There was another scream, one that made my blood run cold but this time it was in the room.
I turned on my heels to find her sobbing hysterically under the table. "He tried to take me." She stuttered, trying to breath slowly. "He was in the hallway...looking for you." She then gestured to the door. I got up and dead bolted the lock. This was only for emergencies.
I tried to avoid hyperventilating and calm my breathing. It was difficult. My vision was blurry and my head was thumping, really tripping me out. I felt a sensation in the back of my head. It burned and felt like I was submerging my head in hot oil. It scolded as I grabbed my head in pain, it felt wet- like I was bleeding. I needed to sit down. I went to get a chair and take it over next to the table were she was sat also. I got another feeling to sea sickness.
Ugh I hate the sea. I miss Bianc- ugh I hate going off track....the room went black...
The next morning, I woke up next to a panicking insomniac, as per usual. "A-are you okay?" She asked, seeming very concerned. Well, it proves she wasn't a complete sociopath.
My head was still spinning and I was hallucinating badly. Male silhouettes kept walking towards me and I was seeing stuff that want normal but hey it wasn't the first time...
"Ye-yeah I guess." I replied, also questioning my now unstable mental state. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Here. He was here." She explained but was now shaking violently.
"Who? Who was here?"
"He was. I don't know his nam- I AM TELLING HER I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME, OKAY?!" She began to scream at the top of her lungs and was hitting the sides of her still bleeding head; like a child getting water out of their ears after a swim. I had to ignore her. I couldn't help. I just had to let it happen and leave her to get herself out of that state of mind before I could communicate with her anymore.
I was still tired from the night before and couldn't help but drift off. It wasn't my fault. Well, at least sleeping takes my mind off my wrists and thighs.
Ugh, my problem was back. In that place I was never able to get help. No amount do counselling can get rid of the urges, ever. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help but be led by temptation. From then on it was just me, her and sharp plastic...