Pyromaniac Reader X Grillby

Chapter 31: Words

There are times you have panic attacks, voices, and whispers, and other symptoms of PTSD crawling back into your mind and thoughts.

And this is one of the Instances that happens on this night. Eyes wide open waking up from a dream to see the ceiling that you silently say hello to. The sounds of a clock ticking woke you up. But something is wrong. Abnormal. There is no such presence of a clock in your room. The only one is above the office door that is down the hallway. There is no echo it is crisp and clean to the ear. Then where is it coming from anyways?

That question alone makes your heart races in contrast with your body frozen with fear not even daring to move a muscle. Closing your eyes again believing it will remedy the situation. As you lay on your bed, the ticking of that blasted clock gets louder, and louder hearing no footsteps. Your ears are your only sense to gather information to comprehend what is going on in your room.

You hate it. Your whole body is screaming that you could have sworn you hear your silent screams. Slowly opening your eyes, to be greeted by a ceiling in a dark room. You were correct.

Something is very wrong. You're in a bed closest to the door. No light is creeping through the cracks. The hallway lights are always on even at night ever since you came to this hospital. Why are they off?

The ticking you hear is coming from your right. You shift your eyes. The sound is not near you, nor it's above you. The beds are designed not to have openings from under the bed. They are wooden but bolted tight to the tiled floors. You felt vulnerable just laying there. You forced yourself to tilt your head slowly with eyes you want to shut again to brace the potential horrors that may occur. The window was your main focus, and it indeed has someone there. Staring, you must not make eye contact with your one cracked eye. It is behind the bed, no more like it is outside floating for sure. Holding a clock in its hands with eyes glowing, but it doesn't matter they are inhuman. They're nothing like the eyes Grillby has nor any of the monsters have. The humanity overflowing in them makes them no longer monsters, unlike this one. This is what you can call a monster.

No other features can be described in the dark. The only safety you have was a few yards of distance, the glass, and bed between the two of you.

Blinking is not an option. It's more like a death wish for that mysterious thing. It may have the ability to teleport. It went on and on for minutes, and the clock is just taunting you using time itself. That is shown to be a few hours past midnight. As you follow the second hand ticking.

Praying for the morning light to arrive. Each tick and tock felt like a scratch in your ears and brain. The thought of time became a reminder of the stay you have left in this hospital. Thinking about the stay made you want to go back to Grillby and the others prompto. Thinking about the hospital brought up thoughts and moments about Olly and Dawn. You want to help them, but you know too well not everything is sunshine and rainbows. Simply you helping might backfire harming everyone.

A tight feeling came clenching your heart and throat in its hands. They are in misery. They let their emotions control them, overwhelmed, blinding them keeping them trapped in their heads. To the point, their thoughts become a prison itself not the hospital. The hospital is just another place they seemly called home that is much safer from the others and the unknown.

That alone create pools of grief. They are just like you when you're initially at the asylum. Left with you, and you alone with imagination and thoughts to keep you company. No guidance, no proper human contact or connection to maintain a stable mind for the mind blocked them all out.