Red Insanity

Chapter 4: Lead The Way

I was struggling to speak. I didn't know what to say. I made a promise and that promise would be my downfall. I think I reached my limit. First, my patents made me go on a field trip to AN ASYLUM!

Second, I GOT LOST! Third, I met Jack. And fourth, I promised to meet with an insaneous asylum patient. In. The. Same. Room! If I was going to choose a way to die. I should've made no efforts to stop myself from falling earlier.

Maybe I would've hit my head just right and gone into a coma. Tough luck then but would've saved me now. Once again he cut through my thoughts like a blade sharp enough to cut fog. That's what my thoughts were after all. Fog.

"So......you going to keep your promise or what?"

"Geez! Can you cool it for a second Jack!"

In this sitaution it was bad to reveal my emotions through our conversation. Now he had the upperhand. Not that he ever didn't. My angle now was to be unpredictable.

"Alright, where are you?"

"Ah eager now I see. Writers are interesting beings. They hold both power and knowledge over others. Okay walk to the end of that hallway."

I hastily got up and brushed off my jacket though this place was so clean. There wasn't a speck of dust. I began walking, biding my time. There was still hope someone would come back for me. My shoes sqealed on the floor leaving black streak marks behind me. At least I could find my way back if I needed to.

"Turn left here."

It occured to me that for a patient he sure knew an awful lot about the asylum and where his room was.

"So how exactly do you know this much about the asylum?"

"I was the one who founded it."

All too suspicious. That probably meant he could break out any time he wanted. But he chose not to? Why? Maybe he really wanted to die in peace like he said or.......something ELSE? If I could get out of this alive then I would certainly have a story to tell.

IF, was a mighty strong word though. About five or six lefts and rights later I arrived at a steel bolted door. It had a message painted on it in bloody bright red letters. And it read:
IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE, DO NOT OPEN OR GO THROUGH THIS DOOR. AND IF YOU DO.....GOOD LUCK AND HAVE A NICE DEATH. Well then, I stopped cold in my tracks.

"Uhh Jack?"

"Yes, Marshall?"

"I have to go through THIS door?"

"Mhmm."

"I-I have another question."

"Yes, what is it?"

"You said you used a long string of straws to talk to me right?"

"Yes."

"Where exactly do the straws go to?"

"The speaker room. Why?"

"Nothing much. I was just wondering."

Stalling was difficult with a person like Jack. He could see through all my plans and he couldn't even see due to his past!

"Unmmmm........soooo...."

"If you're trying to stall from opening the door you really suck at it."

Blunt as usual.

"N-no I just.....kinda......sorta......-"

"Don't want to, cause I might kill you?"

"......yeeeeeeessss...."