Mental

TWO- A Pyromaniac Cellmate

A lot of things have happened since I started seeing these things.

                At first, I thought it was just a fluke - something that will just come and go and eventually stop – but it never did. I learned I was the only one who could only see them and somehow, in someway, I convinced myself I was not crazy.

            It went on for five years until I finally cracked. Five years until I finally admitted to myself I was crazy.

            I close my eyes and try to think about that day, though it wasn’t hard to remember.

            It was days after our own government collapsed on itself. There was too much corruption, to much “sudden deaths”, to much lies and traitors. After days of chaos and riots, a group called Armageddon introduced themselves to the people. They told us a lot of promises.

            Promises of helping rebuild the country. Promises to trust them because they cared about the country and us, the citizens. Promises that they won’t be the same with our past government that collapsed on itself.

            It was all just beautifully woven lies.

            I was just in the crowd, listening half-heartedly. Then came Armageddon’s leader and founder, whose name is Obadiah Wilson. His name was written in hundreds of fliers, which rained down on us from the flying blimp above.

            Everyone cheered and clapped, except me. All I saw was a dark, dark aura surrounding him. He looked around the crowd with a sneer on his face which I think only I could see because if others could see it, they wouldn’t be clapping like they are right now.

            Somehow, amidst everyone, he locked eyes with mine.

          Suddenly, a high scream echoed throughout the blissful crowd. Almost simultaneously everyone stopped clapping and cheering and looked at me. Only seconds later did I realize I was the one who screamed.

        Forgetting for a moment I was supposed to act sane, I screamed again.

        I did not know what I was shouting but I was just satisfied to be shouting. I did not know why but I just did. I noticed guards with tranquilizers were coming near me.

        But I only saw him. His skin started to peel and fall off of him and revealed dark burnt like skin, razor sharp nails and glowing blood red eyes. One by one, images came to me.

        All the lies he told to get what he wanted. All the deaths he caused by his hands. All the light he had stolen from people’s lives. All the darkness he enforced on people’s lives.

        Bad can’t even begin describing him.

        To put it lightly, the guards sedated me and put me in a mental asylum owned by Armageddon after a psychiatrist diagnosed me with schizophrenia.