Insane

Insane: Part One

I laid on that table for what seemed like hours before doctors came in, I didn't know what was wrong with me, no one did. I had been to so many hospitals, so many facilities, no one knew anything about what was going on with me. I was seeing things, but not just normal things, people, and not just people, but the way they died, or the way they would. Everyone who performed testing on me said they were just hallucinations, that no one was actually dying, so they put me on all the anti-psychotics but none of them ever worked. This had been going on for a few months until the first person died.
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The news clip was playing over and over in my room, I was strapped to the table, my ankles and wrists, a blindfold over my eyes, like I was a monster they were trying to contain. I didn't fight my restraints, I had been told I was insane up until this point, I felt like I belonged in them. Then the doctors came in, multiple, more than I could count by the sound of their shoes, their voices identifying them easier.
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A feminine voice spoke first. "Jasmyne, if you're awake, please give us a sign," her voice was monotone, I hated it. I stayed quiet, unmoving, if they had something to say that I wasn't supposed to hear, oh well. I just hoped they were stupid enough to say it in front of me.
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A deeper, more masculine voice spoke up, it was like ice. "There's no pretending you're asleep, dear, the rise and fall of your chest says it all," god I hated doctors. "Miss, we're going to run some tests and put you to sleep ourselves, please hold still."
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In that moment I felt a needle go into my arm and I flinched, then one into the back of my hand. There was more than two, I knew from listening to the movement, I heard at least four sets of shoes, they were testing me, but I felt myself slipping into the deep, dark grasps of sleep, I couldn't fight it.
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That scene played in my head, I felt like I was killing him myself. I watched from the side of the road, the driver meeting my eyes, he was a bald man with a scruffy short beard. He could see me, at least I thought so, I could see myself in his windshield. I looked horrid staring at myself, a hospital gown draped my frail body, I was never one to eat much, I wasn't a skeleton, but I was tiny none the less. My most striking feature were my oddly bright green and large doe eyes, they complimented my long red hair, it brushed the top of my thighs, and I had freckles that speckled my body.
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I was so distracted with my appearance I had forgotten what was going to happen next, and before I knew it, glass was raining down all around me. An eighteen wheeler crashed into his small car, blowing out the whole left side, all I could do was scream. He was dead, still as a rock, witnessing these things always made me uneasy. He appeared next to me, but he was still dead in the car, like his spirit was walking around now.
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He turned to me, they've never spoken to me before. "Why didn't you warn me?"
His voice was angry, I didn't know how to reply, I only stared at him. "You were standing there, you saw the truck coming, you could have pointed it out!" He yelled at me, all I could do was cover my ears and close my eyes, I could only hope it was enough to drown him out.
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When I opened them, I was standing in the darkness, I couldn't see anything, or feel anything. I was floating, but I was standing, I couldn't tell what was around me, like my senses were cut off. I screamed, there was no echo, I wasn't in a room, where was I? Suddenly I felt myself being pulled in all directions, like magnets were attached to my body, I couldn't move. That's when I woke up.