Even with all of the commotion the other day with the alarm and loose patient the doctor remembered to call Richard.
When he arrived I was wheeled to the same interview room we had met the last two times he viseted me. He wore the same black coat and brought along the worn briefcase.
"Had a change of heart I see?" His voice was deep and calming, as if he feared nothing. If hes experienced what I have its impossible to not be scared. "Here's the deal. You tell me about your experience before I tell you about mine. I mean how can I trust you?" "You're right, how can you trust me. I will tell you only because I trust that you wont call me crazy." What was I supposed to think when he said that. Was he trying to relate his feelings to mine?
"I was in a coma for a year. My family was close to pulling the plug many times. I thought all of it was real at the time. It was always dark, always in the same neverending maze house. I had a flashlight and a blanket and the voices that tagged along in my head. Someone or something was always following me. A woman. She crawled the walls and through vents. Watching my every move. To say the least I navigated for a year through hell on earth. Or was it on earth?" That was his story. "It seems your surcumstances were not as drastic as mine." I reply. "Maybe not, but I understand what its like to not know what's real or fake and whereto or not youre gonna die every step you take." I say nothing.
I started to talk. "I was in a hospital. Much like this one, but abandoned. If you traced your steps back you would never end up in the same place, it was like the walls shifted behind you. It fucked with your head that's for sure. The voices in my head were either quiet as a field mouse or screaming like they were burning alive. Every room you entered there was something there, maybe not visible or vocal but you could feel their presence. My body was sore and hot, I mean if I found a good place to stay I would never find it again. A man with his eyes gouged out was always a little distance ahead of me. his mouth had blood pouring out of it at all times. I was trapped for five years. FIVE FUCKING YEARS!" I was telling now. "THAT PLACE MADE ME EXPERIENCE THINGS NOW HUMAN EVER SHOULD! PREGNANG WOMEN GETTING THEIR OWN CHILDREN RIPPED FROM THE WOMB! PEOPLE EATING OTHER PEOPLE! EVEN CHILDREN WERE HANGING THEMSELVES!!!!!! fuck." I was sobbing now. "nobody knows." " the woman who barged into my room that day was the woman who tried to kill me in there. I won. Shes gonna get revenge on me in the physical world. I'm not safe." Richards facial expression was different now. "I'm sorry. I know this is painful for you." he replys calmly. That was it. My story. Who knew five years of torture could be explained in so little time.
Richard left and I was alone in my room staring at the ceiling (as usual) when the voices started. "you told. you fucking told. you worthless shit. were coming for you." It was repeating in my head. I knew I shouldn't have told Richard, that they would find out. I couldn't live keeping this to myself anymore so I had to tell Richard. Now I know they're gonna kill me. All of them.
I'm screaming now. Doctors rush into my room and try and calm me down but nothing is working. "I TOLD BECAUSE YOU DONT CONTROL ME. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU THINGS!!! AAAAHHHHGGGGG!!!" I was in pain now. My abdomen had a sharp pain in it. I knew it was them, they know how to make me regret things.
