St.Ravens

Hallucinations

Alex lays on the blemished floor for what feels like days, without moving. He continues to rattle his mind with deep thoughts, wondering what to say to the people in charge of the asylum, to convince them that he isn't insane at all. 

He starts to talk to himself in his head: This is really unfair, I've never committed any crimes. They can't keep me locked up in here for the rest of my life; I won't let them!  He pictures himself screaming in agony and being mentally tortured to death, rotting inside, until he ends up dead one day; just when the authorities realise that he was never guilty. That would really suck if that ever happened. He pushes the thought away in terror. The thoughts keep him awake for hours, until his eyes start to give up on him and almost fall asleep. Just a second later, his eyes bolt right open and fear gets plastered onto his face, when he hears a treacherous sound and a horrible face staring back at him, a meter away, scarring him for life. 

The horrendous face twitches and jerks forward as its body moves along with its movements. Its skin is harshly torn, but still hanging by strands of rotten flesh, with blood and a black substance oozing out from its wounds. The stench is indescribable. Its mouth-or what's left of it-has been sliced from the corners, cut towards each ear; showing its vulnerable black, yellow and rotten teeth, poking out. Its pupils are full to the brim, practically eliminating its eye colour and full of mania. The thing's claws engraved into the floor tiles with its impossibly long wretched nails. Alex was petrified, as the thing pulled the thick bars of his cell apart, crawling in. Alex wanted to scream but no sound came out. He lay still as a statue, in great shock. His eyes wide with terror. None of his limbs would allow him to move an inch. The sight of that thing took his breath away. He could only watch as it got closer. "Hello Alex." Its dry, mischievous voice growls at him. It had the form of a human, but it was too abominable for it to even come to terms with his eyes for what he was seeing; he couldn't believe his eyes. The thing laughs at his face with pure delight. Alex finally manages to form a few words, "What the bloody hell are you?!" he asks in fear and demand. The thing growls at him, "You'll soon find out." it replied. As if right on cue, the door at the end of the cell room groans open, just as the thing vanishes before his eyes, just as it had appeared.  Alex's mouth stays hanging open,  just as he was about to question the thing. A man approaches Alex at his cell and says, "You will have your first session with Dr Slater now."