MKE

Breaking Point

Laughing. He was laughing.

What the hell..?

He sat up, slowly stopping. It was almost difficult to, as if he wasn't in control of his own body and voice anymore. He raised a hand up to his nose and felt right under it. It was warm and wet. He looked at his fingers, and he was shocked to find that they were now covered in a strange black goo. He could feel the panic setting in as he just sat there and stared. He laughed nervously.

"O- okay. Okay. This is fine. This is nothing. I'm fine. You're fine Micke-" He mumbled out loud as to reassure himself. He started to notice things that he hadn't before. Were these walls always so close to another? Why was it so dark? Why was he there?

His now frantic breathing hitched. He couldn't calm down, and he was terrified.

He jumped up to his feet and immediately rushed to the door, banging his hands hard into the metal. But no matter how hard he hit, he didn't feel the pain. He felt nothing. But again and again he slammed his clenched fists into the cold steel, harder and harder with every punch.

"LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE, I WANT OUT!!" He screamed, voice quivering and cracking. His mind was numb, he couldn't even tell what he was doing. It was as if his body had switched over to someone else being in control, and he was just a witness.

Through the banging he could hear footsteps quickly approaching from outside. One, no, three people at least. He slowly stopped throwing punches, and as he looked down on his hands he could see that he was bleeding. Crimson liquid slowly dripping down from his knuckles, traveling down his fingers and staining the white floor with its rich colour.

The door slammed open, Micke flinched and stared up at the nurses. Time almost slowed as he just stood there, slowly lowering his hands to his sides and looking at the people. He felt someone grabbing his shoulders from behind and leaning by one of his ears. The same voice like the man in the mirror from before then softly spoke...

"Hurt them. Just like they've hurt you. They locked you in here. They made you suffer."

The pressure from its hands disappeared, and it felt as he could breathe again. He could feel the anger building up inside of him, but he didn't know why. He tensed up, lowering his gaze to the floor.

"You need to calm down, okay? I'm gonna walk up to you, and grab your sleeves and lock your arms to you, alright? Then we'll calmly walk out and see professor Grenwood..." One of the nurses said calmly, holding her hands up a bit as she slowly approached into the room.

And at that moment he snapped.

Suddenly everything just seemed to go so fast.
The moment she had entered the room, he launched himself at her and pushed her up against a wall. He pushed his hands up against her throat, feeling how he was crushing it under his leaning weight. And he started to laugh again. He felt how something warm was starting to slowly drip down his face from his eyes, but he didn't care. The lady helplessly flailed her arms, grabbing onto his and trying to pry him off herself but being unable to.

It didn't last long until someone grabbed him and forcefully pulled him back, just to throw him down on the floor. As he tried to get up, someone pinned him down by sitting on his back and grabbing his arms and sticking them to his back. He trashed around beneath the man who was now seated on top of him, trying to get away but to no avail. He was stuck there, and there was no getting out of this.

Then he felt a sharp pain piercing through his side. He screamed, hysterically wiggling around on the floor. He felt his body giving up on him, as he grew weaker and weaker. Until every finally came to a stop, and his consciousness faded into nothingness.

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When he woke up he was strapped to a bed, with no clothes at all. The room was dark, save from a single bright light above him. It took a moment for the man to realise what was going on. They had figured out he was off medication.

He tugged at the straps which was holding him down, but it would barely budge. He felt helpless where he was laying, and strangely vulnerable. But he couldn't help but notice the fact that he was all alone in the room. The doctor must've been busy with something else and was waiting to so called treat him.

"So... You're just gonna lay there, huh." A voice said from somewhere else in the room. The same voice from so many times before. He raised his head a bit and looked around, stopping to stare at the shadowy figure sitting in a chair by the door.

"... I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"Sure you do!" He exclaimed, as if it'd be obvious. Micke sighed, shaking his head before laying back down.

"Just... Go away. Its your fault. YOUR. I don't want to deal with you..." The brunette hissed, looking over to his side. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here right now. Its you who got me to attack that poor nurse."

"Oh was it now?" The melted man stood up and walked a bit closer, tilting his head. "And here I thought that it was your choice in the end, and you who did it... Huh."

Micke felt a fear slowly building. He didn't like this sudden change in attitude.

"I... Who are you, anyway? Why do I keep seeing and hearing you?"

The melted man chuckled slightly, walking around the bed slowly. "My, I thought it was quite obvious! And... Aw..." he stood right by his head now, and gently grabbed either side of his head and messed with his hair a bit "What have they done to your poor brain Micke! We used to be so close!"

Micke shook, getting the other off of him and giving him an annoyed look. "I don't even know you!"

"But I'm you! Or, would I rather say a deeper part of you. And they're calming you down with those wretched drugs! You become nothing! Nothing at all! Just a shell..." The deformed person raised his arms hopelessly, giving a saddened look. "We're the same person. Take me as your... Lets say advisor! For now, at least. I haven't been in control for soooo long.."

"You- You took control of me before!?"

"Hey hey! Just my fair share of the body, right? I mean come on, you've had all the fun lately! And I? None! Besides, she deserved it. You know that too. Thats why you attacked. Thats right - You did it. Not me. I just gave you the idea and strength to."

Micke silenced. He didn't know what to say - because it was him. This.. THING had nothing to do with it, it was his decision to do something. And he couldn't deny that it felt kinda good doing it. And the reason why he regretted it now was maybe because of the consequences, and not because of the actions.

No, no. He was in his head. This was NOT Micke. It couldn't be.

"Get out of my head." He said coldly. Immediately after he had said that, he could tell how his thoughts went back to normal. But now the fear returned. The fear of what was to happen with him when the doctor returned.

Voices. There were voices outside the door now.

Shit

"Okay, we need to get out of here now. You'll let me help you right? You can't tell me that you want to stay here - I know you don't." Melted said, and Micke just silently looked at him. And he took that as a yes.