Aesthetic short stories

Panic room

Long red trail of blood followed from behind her, a human heart in her bloody hands. Screams of the nurse's filled the hallways, as flashing warning lights flickerd throughout the building.

A white long shirt was all she wore, her eyes dull and looking forward. Many nurse's rushed past her, but she simply ignored them.

Her small feet walking against the cold tiles of the mental wards floor, not a thought of where she was heading. Just away from her room was good enough. Away from...

The voices...

Harsh and black shadows, they use to cast over her and taunt the poor girl of her most greatest fears. She would talk back to them, pleading for mercy, and the doctor's only observed from the camera's. Giving her higher doses of pills.

Of course, those petty pills never did work. Made everything worsen. But apparently even doctors of such profession in crazy people don't know how to help the patient all the time.

So one day, she was fed up with all the voices and shadows. Inside her shirt pocket was a butter knife from the kitchen, which took along time to steal stealthy. And when the doctors came in to give her daily medicine, she striked them with the knife.

Everyone knows butter knives are dull, but with alot of energy, you sure can stab someone if needed. Especially if your mad.

The doctors were in shock when they saw the camera footage, a bloody doctor with a cut in the chest, the heart removed.

A smirk painted her lips, killing people that really don't understand you is fun. At least, to her anyway.

Holding the heart close to her chest, blood stained the white shirt. Loud yelling from a room captures the girls attention.

Perking up, she walks over to peer in through the tiny window. A woman panicking, and a group of other nurses yelling around her. One shoved her against the door, and the women's eyes caught the other girls eyes.

She slides the door open, letting her in.

"Hurry there coming!" She says, ushering the child in.

Was anyone even here at this dump? The security is pretty high. So why is everyone panicking?

When she took a step in, her head turned slightly to the left staring down the hallway.

And in the midst of all the screams, flickering lights and all, a black shadow was lingering in the darkness. Its bright white eyes staring right back at her.

She grinned, finally understanding why everyone was so panicky.

They can see it to. All the shadows and voices only she could hear and see, they can see and hear then to..

A evil smile tugged at her lips, gripping the heart in her hands tightly.

This is the panic room, where all your greatest fears are gonna come for you...