The Charmed One

Chapter 1

I tried. I really did. But no matter how hard I pounded on the door, they wouldn't let me out. I tried to tell them that I wasn't crazy. I wasn't supposed to be here. I know what I saw. And that thing wasn't human. Whatever that thing was, it took something from me; something that I couldn't get again. Or at least physically. They made me, or at least tried to convince me that I imagined the whole thing and that I was mentally unstable due to the horrific trauma. You know, all little bullshit. How? Because I was there when my family was brutally slaughtered by that monster. They don't know what happened nor will they understand. They weren't there to witness the atrocities that thing did. And now they're saying I'm delusional. Now I'm here in this fucking mental hospital wondering where the hell that monster disappeared to before I could even make sense of anything. And before I blacked out

But now I'm here in this damn hospital and I want out. No matter what it takes for me to get out of this hell hole. I will make them believe that I'm not crazy and my family was killed by something unnatural. Something not human and as ancient as the earth.

After almost two and a half hours of pounding and screaming, I fell to my knees with tears streaming down my face. I was about to give up on trying to escape and just rot here, even though I did nothing bang on the door and screamed. I have to find a way out. I got up and walked over to the bed tucked away in the far right corner of the padded room they locked me away in. I sat on it and pulled my knees close to my chest and stared at the door, thinking of ways I can get out. I could wait until one of the guards come in, I thought, rocking back and forth slightly. Then I can make a run for it. I smiled at the thought but it quickly vanished. What if they have guns and decide to shoot me down? No. I'm not risking it now. I laid down and looked up at the ceiling, crinkled my nose as I thought.

  As I was so caught in my thinking, I was nearly scared when the door swung open and 2 guards came in with a vertical stretcher. I turned my head and looked at them, sitting up and scooted back against the wall as they came in. "Who are you two bastards?" I asked, still laying down. "Never mind us. We just wanna know who you are," one of the guards said. "Hope you don't mind coming with us for a little bit." I crinkled my nose in suspicion and glared at them. "Why would I do that? And what's the stretcher for?" They looked at each other for a few minutes before looking back at me with these weird looks on their face. Like they know something that I didn't. "What are those looks for?" I got up and glared at them with a sense of unease and rising anger. "Nothing. It's just that someone is here to see you after a long time. Must be important for someone to see you as delusional as you are," the second guard laughed. The other one joined in on the laugh and that pisses me off more than anything. I glared at them angrily before making my way over to them. As they continue to laugh, I kicked both of them as hard as I could and watched them fall to their knees before walking out. As I walked, I softly laughed to myself thinking that escaping will be too easy. Or so I thought before I felt someone harshly grab my arm and twirled me around to face them. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect when I turned around but I was ready for anything. I gasped and immediately started to back away as I looked at the one had grabbed my arm, preparing for the worse and fully ready to embrace it.