Asylumstuck

Vriska

I ran down the mysterious, dark hallways with a smug grin on face. My vacant feet pittered pattered down the cold checkered floor. I made a heroic dive into the nearest elevator and pushed the floor number eighty-eight. There were a hundred floors of this asylum, which kept all the insane inside. I slumped against the dark orange wall and stared around at the squarely box I was traveling in. 

  A little boy tugged at my dress and looked up at me with wide eyes. "Will you help me? I've lost my daddy," He cooed at me with tears flowing down his eyes. Where could this little boy have come from? I entered the elevator alone so I should of stayed alone. 

  I ignored the little boy, but only made him whine more. "I need help! Why won't you help me?!" The little boy sobbed as he fell to floor. My eyes, empty and scratchy, looked down at the boy with no sympathetic feelings whatsoever.

  I continued to ignore him but that only made him angrier and angrier. "YOU KILLED MY PARENTS! YOU MONSTER!" He screeched at me. I closed my eyes and sunk down to floor covering my ears and trying to block out his screams.

  "YOU FEED THEM TO YOUR GIANT SPIDER! I HATE YOU! I HAAAAAAAATE YOU!" He sobbed and as the door number hit eighty-eight, I stood up quickly and walked right through him. He was all my imagination. A fake. A fraud.  A phony. I was use to having daydreams of those things. I wondered what it was trying to tell me. Am I really a monster? Did I kill thousands of innocent people? Did I really own a giant awesome spider?

  It just didn't add up nicely. I walked down the vacant halls of my floor and looked around at the heavily secured doors that surrounded me. None of them were my friends. They never gave me a thought so I never gave them one either. As I managed to make it to my door, which still had a door stopper in it-that was to make sure it didn't close, thus locking me out of my own room-that I soon pulled out and walked into my room.

  My hand chains were thrown off in the corner and I scurried back over to click them back on. They do have surveillance cameras on my floor but all the guards are snoring with some slobber on the side of their chin then have open eyes. I took a sit in a padded corner, dazing up at the ceiling. I figured it was 3:30 am by now and I figured even insane girls need some sleep too. 

 The finger nails of children and young adults clashed with my skin and gave me nonexistent scars but memorial scars. I was haunted by the ghosts of dead people I never recognized killing. They all tell me I sacrificed them or their relative to my "giant spider." I never understood what they meant. Theresa-or should I say Terezi since she rather have me call her that-said in her dreams I owned a giant castle and I had candy-corn colored horns, my original named was "Vriska, and I owned a giant spider in my basement that was named a "lusus," which was basically a parental figure in her made-up land. 

  I know she's insane but I feel like she's right. I painted the Scorpio sign on my white dress to symbolize my zodiac sign and my place. This sudden dominance always seem to hidden inside me. I never wanted to harm anyone but I feel as thought I've crushed all my chances of survival in this world.