Insanity At It's Finest

Chapter 3||Red

Slowly pushing myself off my bed I take my medication and a sip of water. I walk into the kitchen to grab my breakfast from my mom. I nod to her as a thanks for making me my favourite flavour of poptarts.

As soon as I'm finished eating I quickly brush my teeth to clear my morning breath.

"Tonight," I hear the creaky voice. I haven't heard him in weeks. His word slithers down my spine and makes my blood run cold. I decide to just shrug it off and carry on with my day. Today needs to be a good day. I walk back to my mom, give her a hug, grab my bag, head out the door and down the street to the school.

Walking down the street, the thick cold fog surrounds my body. I shiver in the mist. My head starts to spin and I'm hoping I don't fall.

"You're not who you think you are," the creaky voice says from all directions from inside the cold smoke of the fog.

"Go away," my voice stutters.

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Joseph."

"Joseph?.... Joseph?..... Are you alright?" a male voice says from in front of me.

I slowly open my eyes to see my best friend, Will. I am so glad he pulled me out of that horrifying trance. It's been a few days since I saw him last. We hang out by the park every week by a large oak tree where there's a picnic table sitting underneath.

"I'm fine," I lie weakly.

"You don't look fine," he states calmly.

"I'm alright, Will. Let's get to school," I shiver.

"Okay. You know, I would tell you if I wasn't fine right?" he asks.

"Yea,"  I say staring at the cold cement of the sidewalk.

"So I'd hope you'd tell me if you really aren't fine?" Will asks concerned.

"I would," I lie again.

"Okay,"
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School was okay. I got weird stares from just about everyone. I guess no ones forgotten about my last day. The only person who has let that go is Will and I'm thankful for that.
My Mom greets me at front of the house with a bottle of my medication for my schizophrenia. As I look up the sky it looks like it's about to rain. The clouds are black and I can't see the sky. The fog is surrounding me and my house. It almost seems like the fog is only surrounding me.

"Joseph, quickly take your pill and get inside. It's about to rain." My Mom orders slowly. I nod and take the two orange pills and swallow.
"How was your day?" She politely asks. I'm still not sure if I should tell her about the voice I've been hearing. I know it would be better if I did, because I'm scared of what it will make me do. But, I don't want to go back to the psychiatric hospital and be isolated until I'm better.

"It was okay."

    After we eat supper, I say goodnight to my Mom and Dad, head down to the basement for a better chance at denying the voice, and I lay down on the couch in front of the flatscreen TV. Laying down I close my eyes slowly hoping that I will fall asleep and that my medication for insomnia would work.

    ¨Joseph,¨ I hear the shaky voice from behind me. I turn around to see a black male figure in a black cloak. I glance to his face and all i see is darkness. A tear drips down my cheek. ¨Itś time," he shivers.

    ¨Time for what?¨ I cry.

    He casts a large black cloud towards me. I begin to lose my breath as the smoke consumes me.

    My eyes open, I try to catch my breath. When I can finally breathe, I get out of my bed. I'm not sure how I got here because I fell asleep in the basement.

    I step in a warm puddle of something on the floor. I look down to see a puddle of blood and a knife sitting right next to it. I quickly run down the hall towards the kitchen.

    ¨Mom?¨ I whisper.

My face goes cold. I feel like my eyes are going to roll into the back of my head as I see something horrifying leaned up against the kitchen counter.
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