Mated With INSANITY

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Mated With INSANITY

Copyright  © 2012 Mahnoor Tariq

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 Chapter 1

I stared out the window pane, listening to the tapping of water droplets that were starting to fall. The minute I heard thunder I yelped and jumped to my small, hard bed which I'd consider the only source of 'warmth' in this hell hole.

I sighed in frustration with myself. Why was I afraid of thunderstorms, anyway? I was locked up in this room all alone. This tiny squared room shielded me from seeing the outside world. Sure there was a window but it would've felt a lot better to have the sun's warmth accompany me through these dreadfully cold days.

I hated the place. The grey, squared room contained memories that would attack me occasionally. The whole reason why I was locked up in here was to be mocked by them and be told of my wrong doings.

Yes, I was a insane. Yes, I did murder my family and yes, I did burn down my fiancee's house leaving him only in ashes but I regretted nothing.

Months and months had passed but the memory of my mother and father's screams of pain still haunted me. The people who supposedly wanted to 'cure' my mental 'illness' decided to lock me up till I came back to my sanity. Often I was given pills but I put them under my tongue and crushed each one of them into powder with my hand the minute I was left alone.

I had lost all my sanity, but I didn't mind. For some reason I dreaded the thought of having it back. The marriage my parents tried to force me into was an example of why I refused to cure myself. If I let go of the wall I spent all these months building, what would happen to me?

I refused annd refused to help myself and not take the pills but I still wanted to get out of the place. Staying any longer would've done my head in, not that it already isn't.

I sighed to myself, remembering the person I used to be before I got dragged in here.

Of course, the first few weeks I was locked up I acted like a down right bitch to anyone who stepped in my way, but that was before the punishments came rolling in. Every time I cussed or spat my pills out I wasn't given any food or water for days, but it was a small punishment compared to what the others got; electrocution. They didn't want to give me any harsh punishments just yet since they thought I was what they would consider a 'new arrival'.

I tried to act like a sane person for months. I tried to trick them into thinking that my sanity was back because I thought they'd let me go if I did. But it wasn't that easy. Sanity to them meant behaving, having manners and being obedient. Those were all the three things I was completely against. No one ever let me out of my room unless I had to go to the bathroom, and even when I needed to take a piss, I had to be blindfolded. How stupid, right?

I jumped off my bed the second I heard the thundering boom lessen and the heavy rain drops turn to drizzling. I looked out into the starless sky with memories rushing to my head. I shook away the thoughts quickly, refusing to remember them. As I came closer to the window I could see a faint reflection of myself in the window. I compared my old looks with my current one and frowned deeply.

My healthy glowing skin was now dead pale with not even the slightest bit of color to it. I was extremely skinny and my cheek bones stood out a lot from the continuous starvation of my previous punishments. The shine I used to have in my bright emerald eyes had completely faded. All there was left of that emerald color was nothing but a faint tint of green. My lips were pale with only but a light shade of pink to them and my hair was no doubt greasy from the showers I purposely skipped. It was now nothing but a dull black color.

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