Maniac (AHS Based Story)

Chapter Four

They say that silence is golden. They couldn't be more wrong.

The silence is terrifying. Like before a bomb. It's a time for hope to grow or wither. It is a time for doubt to suddenly grow until it's almost physical. The silence is the most painful part. It is poisonous in its nothingness- it screams the truth and confirms your only suspicions.

Occasionally, though, the gaping void will be filled with the awful sounds, or the horrendous screams from surrounding patients. I so badly wanted to hear something other than the haunting noises from inside these corridors.

A car driving by. A young couple amid an argument. Birds chirping. Anything.

Two days. Only two days in this hellhole, and I can already feel my sanity slowly slipping away from my grasp. I am stuck in this place, among all of the lost, insane souls that this sanitarium houses.

And here, I'm just one of them. I'm one of the disturbed. The deranged. The psychotic.

As much as I loathe the idea of being associated with all of it, I have come to accept it. The more I say and believe I am not insane, the longer I stay.

So, why not play the part?

BLAKE'S POV

Emotions. The very thing that makes us human. You experience it all- happiness, pride, excitement, relief. Some emotions are considered good, but you can't have the good without the bad.

Lust. Envy. Regret. Malice.

Every single person deals with emotions, but James does not. I want to believe it is because of his psychosis, but I'm still not certain.

In this institution, we have it all. Never before have I seen anyone like him. In only a couple days of being here, he still seems like a sane person. Nothing about him seems insane to me.

The sound of a soft bell tears me away from my thoughts, and I know that it's time for group activities.

Each week, different wards alternate group activities, ranging from drawing, baking, and reading. Today, Ward A, the one I have been assigned to for the week, has 'arts and crafts'.

It isn't much of an activity, since many of the supplies are forbidden around patients, but some of the patients seem to really enjoy it. While others, not so much.

Sister Isabel, a nun whom was recently hired by Sister Clare to oversee all of the activities, is already in the common room passing a piece of paper out to each of the patients, when I arrive. I offer to help, and her smile shows me that she's happy to see me.

I start passing out paper to the other side of the room, the side Sister Isabel had not yet made it to. Very few of the patients eagerly take the paper, but I set the paper in front of them, regardless.

In the corner of the room, sitting against the window pane, is James. I surely didn't expect him to be taking part in drawing pictures of what he felt, but I didn't expect him to actually be in the room, either.

During a patient's first week, they are to be refrained from certain activities, until they grow accustomed to the facility. I expected this to be one of the many activities that James wouldn't be allowed to partake in.

I still am required to give every patient a paper, just in case. So, I set down a piece on the table closest to him. He snickers, after I place the paper.

"You and I both know that there is no fucking way I am going to sit down and draw some petty picture to depict my 'feelings'."

Not only am I shocked by his filthy mouth, but this is the most he has said since his arrival. But why was he talking to me?

"You don't have to draw anything, but it's recommended." I tell him, reciting what we're to tell a patient when they refuse.

He laughs again, and now I'm confused, scared even.

"It's recommended? C'mon. Stop feeding me bullshit. This is just a time for all of you people to observe us through trivial activities to see how we behave." He spits out, referring to the hospital staff.

I am dumbfounded at how accurate he is. It's like he's done this before.

I walk away from him, not wanting to hear what else he had to say, and go to help the other patients.

A/N

So, I have changed this story a little. It is now a fanfic, mainly because I find writing fanfiction to be easier, than just regular teen fiction. It also based off of the show American Horror Story: Asylum. Some of the concepts and ideas will come directly from the show, and some of it is my ideas. I really hope y'all will like it!