Short Stories

Insanity

"I've been waiting a long time to see you again..."

Is it like a game isn't it? Every time you think you're at the end, you end up right back at the beginning.

It's almost as if he wants you to think you're winning, but in the end; it's a game of cat and mouse. If only you could be the cat for once.

I mean, it's as if your slowly going insane. From seeing shadows to hearing voices.

You're crazy

No one will love you

Who are you to think that you're normal?

They were always there, mocking me, slowly driving me to the brink of insanity. All because of one man. He caused this. He made me this way.

"Did you miss me?"

Every time it would get worse. More painful. As if he resented me for something. As if I remind him of something or someone.

"I am truly sorry. It was not like me to do what I've done."

He tried so hard to get my guard down. But I knew better. I knew better than to trust him.

It was as if my life and freedom had been taken away.

6 months. I've been stuck here for 6 full months, without a clue of where I was. I was starting to get restless, wherever I looked, it was as if the color had drained away, never to be seen again.

The chains around my feet and wrists rattled as I shifted my position, prohibiting me from going anywhere. The walls around me, of what I could see of them, were still the musty, dirty bricks that I have gotten used too. I sat down on the old make shift bed that was given to me, I guess, out of pity.

Noone's coming for you

Don't you get it?

No one loves you.

No one will EVER love you.

The whispers were getting louder and more intense. I covered my ears in an attempt to block them out.

"No. No. Please. Stop. Make it stop" I muttered to myself, curling myself into a ball.

The voices stopped, however in their place was the familiar ringing that I had learned to dread. I shot my head up, frantically searching for the one person I loathe.

"Ah, yes. I believe its that time again, darling."

I shook my head as I put my head on my knees. Our little "sessions" are the worst part of the day. It's the only way I could keep count of them.

I carefully get to feet, I could hear my legs groan like a piece of a machinery being turned on after not working for 20 years.

He meets me halfway, grabs my arm and teleport's us to the room where we have our "fun" as he puts it. As if, he's the only one who's having fun in this deal.

He strapped me into the old wooden chair, attached the shock therapy pads to both my temples and both sides of my neck

It was the same question every time.

"Where is she?"

If he got a response that he didn't like...

ZAP!

It got to the point where I was screaming at him that I didn't know who or what he was talking about.

"I DON'T KNOW OKAY. I DON'T KNOW" I shouted at him.

"I thought we promised to not lie to each other, darling" His tone demanding obedience.

"I-I don't know, I swear to you on my l-life. I really don't." I replied, sobbing.

He had no remorse as he switched on the shock machine the full power and walked out of the room.

The pain, god, the pain. It was as if you were struck by 70 lightning bolts at the same time. I was growing weak, I could feel her fighting for control.

"No. No. NO. STOP. PLEASE." I cried, as I threw my head back in pain. I knew she wouldn't listen. She never does.

Her psychotic giggles filled my mind. As soon as the pain started, it was gone. I shot my head up to see that he was back in the room. I narrowed my eyes at him, realizing his plan.

His sinister smirk is the last thing I see before it all goes black.

Her voice is the last thing I hear.

"Took you long enough."

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AYYYYEEE

I finished it!!

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