Crazy (in) Love

Chapter 1

Within these bloodied halls and destroyed walls, I lie on the ground staring at a blocked area. My eyesight was hazy, but I could still make out of what's around me. My head, stomach, and feet were in so much pain. I've been running and hiding from the variants of the asylum for the past however many hours. I almost lost my life to a large man with chains, a doctor, two brothers, and a cannibal. The cannibal almost ended me for he took a bite into my upper right arm. He left his teeth marks on me as well as a large wound that came from his teeth. The wound was deep and it continues to slowly ooze out my blood. I never knew that this place could be extremely dangerous. I just wanted to see what the fuss was about. Now that I know and have plenty of information within my camera, it’s time to expose all of it. I NEED to get out of here before those people come back to kill me. With that in mind, I carefully stood on my feet. I hissed at the pain I felt before shaking it off and continued walking.

I found myself in a new area as I continued to walk forward. Short sentences were written on the walls and unsurprisingly, the smell of death passes through my nose. The smell was enough to make me vomit, but I held that in. The entire room was silent for a moment until the sound of a buzz saw and screams of agony were heard. “No no no no…” I whispered hoping that it wasn’t the cannibal that chased me before. There were very little areas to hide, so I had to decide quickly to where I was going to hide. There was nearby desk, so I hid underneath it while peaking through. From what I was seeing, there was no one walking around. Not even the cannibal. “Looks like no one dere.” It seemed that no person was in sight, but the screams tell me that someone is definitely present. The screams stop and I hear a voice say, “No. I’m so sorry, darling. Love isn’t for everybody.” There was most definitely someone around; it was more than one person. And I believe someone just died in there for the screams were chilling. I started to get goosebumps all over my body and my heart beats extremely fast. I’m scared to even step out from the desk. A moment later, the sound of footsteps came into the room I was in. Along with the footsteps was a humming tune that sounded freakishly sweet. I brought my camera out to help me look around through the desk. Within the view of the camera was a tall man. He had bloodshot eyes and the right side of his face scarred. His clothes were a sloppily sewn dress shirt with matching bowtie, vest, and pants. He wore black work boots of some sort and wore black gloves. I would say that he looked good, but I'd be lying to myself. He started to sniff and lets out a sigh. “Mmm. That’s a new smell.” I heard him say with excitement. ‘He know mi in here…” I thought. I watch him search the room for me. “You don’t have to hide from me, darling.” he says, “Just come out and…let me love you.” Before he approached the desk, I quietly crawl out from underneath towards the exit. Luckily, he didn’t spot me. The next room was where the screams were coming from, so I took the chance to investigate that room quickly and quietly. The moment I stepped inside, I notice on a man on a table. His legs were bloodied as well and his genitalia. It seemed be…cut off completely. Some of these bodies in this room were castrated and they had breasts sewn onto their chests while two men were tied up. They could barely move. Who would do such a thing? I told myself, “ Nuh scream, Eudora. Nuh scream.”  I covered my mouth to keep myself from screaming and vomiting. The scene of this room was enough to make a person do those two things that I’m keeping myself from doing. Before I left, a man on another table sees me and says, “You shouldn’t be in here. The Groom…will get you.”

“The Groom?”

“The Groom hunts down anyone who walks in the halls in which he lingers in. He'll find you and mutilate you to make his bride. If you see him, you must run. YOU MUST RUN!!! RUN!!!” He was raising his voice and I didn’t know why until I was grabbed by both my arms from behind. “Darling!” a man says once he grabbed me, “I’m happy that you've made it in time for our wedding.” “What…what wedding!!?” I asked in confusion.

“Don’t you remember, darling? We're getting married. And don’t worry. I’m going to make you beautiful for our…special day.” Obviously, the Groom is crazy. He's talking about getting married, but I just met him.

“Let me go!!” I scream while struggling to get out of his strong grasp. He chuckles as he dragged and placed me on a chair. He held me down with his right hand on my chest while tying me up with a long, dirty white cloth. “Now you stay here and wait for me.” the Groom says, “I know you must be just as eager as I am to consummate our love. But try to enjoy the anticipation.” He runs his fingers through my dark brown locks before walking back towards the man who warned me about him. I shake within the tight cloth hoping that it would untie itself, but the more I do so, it painfully rubbed my skin and the bite wound. “Hold still now, darling.” I hear his voice and look to where he was. He seemed to be rubbing the man's leg. “All these unsightly hairs. Oh. Silky smooth. Like a little girl again. Now the more delicate bits.” I watch as the Groom slice the man down the middle and chop his genitals in half. The man gave out chilling loud screams once the knife came into contact with his genitalia. I turn my head to my left and started to vomit out what's left in my stomach and a little bit of blood. It creates a puddle and it spreads touching the chair legs and my shoes. That was horrifying to see with my own eyes. Moments later, he brings another man to the saw table while insulting him calmly. “You've given up. You’re ugly and you've given up on love. You’re not even worth stringing up. Bleed here and die.” The Groom then took the man's head and brought it to the buzz saw slicing it in half. I tremble, whimper, and sob knowing that I can meet my end at the hands of this man. Once he was finished with him, his bloodshot eyes look to my direction and he smiles at me. I begin to hyperventilate as he slowly walked up to me. “Oh, darling…” he sounded like he cared about me being scared to death, “It's alright. Eddie is going to take good care of you.” He places his bloodied hands on my cheeks as if he were comforting me. How is everything going to be okay when he's going to kill me like how he did to those guys? He takes his knife and slices my shirt in half. I struggle in my seat once again hoping to get out, but still, nothing worked yet. What was he planning to do before killing me? Is he going to remove all of my clothes? Before continuing to cut my clothes, he talks to me a little more. “I’m going to make you beautiful. Just a few snips in a few areas and you'll be perfect.”

“I'm…I'm already beautiful. There's nothing you can change…about me…”

“Oh, but darling, just imagine how beautiful you'll be once I fix you. You'll be one beautiful bride.” He didn’t listen to me, of course, and kept rambling about being other things besides becoming beautiful. “Darling, I want you to have my children. I want us to build a family together and I'll be a good father to our children. Unlike…” I found myself listening to him. Again, he sounded genuine to me and for some reason, I want to help him do that. I can even see some emotion in eyes even thought they were bloodshot. There was sadness. But unfortunately, this man, Eddie, is dangerous. There’s a reason to why he's in this asylum. I can’t stay here. I watch Eddie pull out his knife and aimed it at my chest. I took a breath and once I did, the white cloth unravels. And with all my strength, I kick Eddie back making him drop the knife and making it my chance to run out of the room.

The pain was still in my feet, but I ignored it in order to escape Eddie. I have no other choice, but to do that. As I run, I can hear him insulting me as he chased me. He called me a whore, a slut, and a bitch, the three words that I know for sure that I’m not. “Why would you do this to me?” he sadly asks me. I would answer his question, but I'll only make him more angry. I already pissed him off after kicking him away from me. I continued to run until I came up to an open window. I couldn’t just jump out the window. It was a long way down, but I don’t know what else to do; Eddie was right behind me. ‘Just jump, Eudora!’ I told myself in my head before jumping out of the window. I land on my left side and hit my head hard on the concrete. “You all want to leave me!?” I hear Eddie from the upper level, “Is that it!? You want to leave me!? Fine! Go! You and the rest of these ungrateful sluts!” I sit up slowly as I place my hand on my head. Luckily, I didn’t crack my skull or cut it open. I look up at the window I jumped out of and started thinking about the Groom. “Dere's somethin’ about him…” I mumble, “He may be deranged, but wah he a seh a very sweet and heart a warm. Is it possible to fix a man like him?” I thought about this for a moment. All of the patients here have gone through experiments. I don’t think that the doctors wanted to help these people out. But there’s always hope. I can always try to fix these traumatized minds. And Eddie is my first try…