I regained consciousness right as they tossed me into a small, white cell. A single, small window stuck out awkwardly above the cot.
"Back in Miami, pretty boy!" a deep voice called from behind me right before the door slammed shut.
I started skidding forward, lost balance, and fell to the cement floor. Catching myself with my palms, I felt pain shoot up to my elbows. My hands bleeding up to my wrist, I sat in an awkward, crossed-leg position, feeling hot tears coming out.
Piecing together everything that had recently happened to me, I checked the time and date on my digital watch, surprised that the people hadn't confiscated it. Saturday, November 16th, 6:48 pm.
Okay, don't panic – Candi's dead, your brother is missing, and you have no idea where you are-
Miami! The guard had said that I was in Miami! But... why?
My head was aching. I regretted not paying close enough attention to Candi; I regretted not taking her away from
(whoever)
whatever she had been talking to right before she died.
Was it a Demon? I wondered, wiping a few tears away, leaving blood below my eyes in place of them. No, if it was a Demon I'd be able to see it. No, this could've only been one thing...
...Arianna...
I grunted, my voice turning into a growl of rage. Jumping up onto my feet, I ran towards the cot, punching the surface.
Why did I think it would be soft, I wonder?
My knuckles cracked, and shock rushed up to my shoulder. The mattress of the cot was about as hard as a dining room table. How do people sleep on these things? I thought, cursing out loud and holding my wounded hand.
I didn't want to continue screaming. This place seemed like a prison to me, and I didn't want security guards to come in and beat me or something.
But I never got arrested; I never rode in a police car.
But I did remember hearing sirens, lying down, my brain burning and tingling painfully.
Is this an asylum? I shivered, suddenly remembering the hill I used to read on outside the nuthouse in Miami. Is this the Miami Mental Hospital?!
Not knowing what else to do, I started to cry for help. "SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM!"
Suddenly, somebody thumped on my cell's door. "Pipe down in there, Mr. Harker!"
I ran up to the door, knocking on it. "Hello?" I paused for a moment, breathing quickly. "Do you work here? Can you tell me exactly where I am and why I am here?" I tried to sound as polite as possible, but I didn't even bother to hide the panic in my voice.
Silence.
"Mr. William Lewis Harker, you be taken to the Miami Mental Hospital after a clear Schizophrenic illusion in Central Park. Since you held residence in Miami and not New York, you were brought here." A pause, then the man coughed, clearing his throat. "Well, have a good evening," he finished awkwardly. I could hear his footsteps start to fade as he left.
6:57 pm. I decided to go to sleep, letting my tired body onto the cot, trying to forget about the horrible day I had.
By 7:00, I was fast asleep, dreaming of the girl that I used to spend every second of my day with.
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Mind Or Matter
HorrorNicholas Harker killed himself to stop them. But now they return, seeking his son and the girl with the grey eyes. William Harker cannot flee from the demons this time. Every day, another loved one is taken. It's only a matter of time before they...