Loving A Pyscho

Chapter 1

Consciousness dancing to and fro. Slim moments of light and emotion dance in and out of my mind as I try to make sense of this chaos. Distantly, a deep and throaty chuckle emanates from the corner of my mind. Uneasiness sets in, my consciousness begins clearing. The chuckle appears again more audibly. The grogginess of my condition begins to clear, allowing a path through to the outside, back to my body.

Pain floods my body and mind as I come to, begging the question: What's happened to me? Slowly the muscles in my neck creek back and lift my head, pulsing, pounding, reminding me I'm still alive, and suddenly freezing cold. With some effort, I manage to force my eyes open to take in my surroundings. The room was dank, dark, and lonely. Small streaks of light shine through cracks, I couldn't quite make out in the haze of the room, or maybe that's my eyes still adjusting? It's hard to tell.

A stiff glance downward rewarded me no joy. I was bound about the wrists to an old rough chair, built strong as if to hold tremendous weight, or perhaps to handle the force of a tremendous being. Testing the restraints, I conclude that no amount of force will allow my freedom without some injury. 'I'm tired down!' The thoughts screamed in my head. Louder and louder the thoughts screamed, following by ice-cold panic washing over me. I take one deep breath after another trying to calm down, but it all came out at once, sounding like an Olympic runner somewhat out of shape.

The chuckle sounded once more, but this time more clearly than before. The voice sounded old and gnarl, much like this stupid chair. A louder chuckle came, echoing throughout the room like a cave. Suddenly silence. The voice returned, but smoother and softer, yet still gnarled.
"No one can save you kitten.." He chuckled again but did not restrain himself, leading into a full maniacal scream of a laugh. The thoughts in my mind screamed even louder, following by panic, followed by fear, followed still by more fears. Every fiber of my being screamed panic and everything except my brain listened. Suddenly, I became overshadowed by dread, eyes widening, fists clenching, I did the only thing that made sense. I thrashed about, determined to free myself from this chair, from this fear, and even from my own mind. Each failed attempt was followed by an even greater thrashing about. As my own panic reached helped regain my senses, at least for a moment. Having pulled so hard of the bindings on my wrists, the skin leading to my forearm opened and started bleeding. Warmth ran down my arms and down the chair, following a path that seemed all too natural, as if though this happened a thousand times before. The voice chuckled followed by a second voice, higher yet definitely more feminine. Fear gripped my chest spreading to all my limbs and toes, making the room seem suddenly very small. As the fear grew, the room suddenly became cold, as it began to weight down and steal my breath I started shaking violently.

Waking up, my eyes grew big with fear in them, and feeling cold sweat running down my face. Looking at my wrist seeing that they show red, like a sunburn showing the next day, but with little pain to them. I realize that my body was trembling, not because it was cold in my apartment, but of the realness and fear that showed in my dream. Everything felt so real, so violent, so vibrant. Not once I've ever dream something vulgar til last night. A soft pounding started in my head, then getting harder and violent. Gritting my teeth, the pain began to surge, so tremendously, and beginning to close my eyes hoping this pain would go away. I feel like the nightmare was still going, but it's not. Slowly, getting out of the bed, only to fall on my hands and knees. Tears started to flood out of my eyes like a waterfall. My eyes began to blur out everything, the only thing visible is the horrific dream. Every little detail going in and out of my mind. I began to scream, wanting it all to stop, begging this thing called a mind to stop showing me. Finally, the dream started to fade away, just like a light from view.

Picking myself off the floor, and wiping the tears away, I began to walk to the bathroom. The pounding slowly began to fade away, while walking out of the bedroom. Once, making it to the bathroom i began to look into it, there was a towel and a washcloth waiting for me. My eyes grew big remembering I didn't leave these things in there, but not wanting to think about it, so I walked in slamming and locking the door behind me.

Well, that's the end of chapter one. I really hope you guys like it. Just give me your opinions in comments or through the messages. Until, next time...