The sound of nails angrily scratching at walls was unbearable. My head was pounding as people played around and laughed psychoticly. My cheeks were wet by my tears and I started sobbing quietly without knowing. I was scared. So very scared. I knew I was going to die in here and so will everyone else. I don't belong here. I'm not one of them, but they won't let me leave.
A loud siren signalled and the screaming got louder. A man started scratching at his face in fear and his skin slowly started to rip due to his sharp nails. I sniffled and examined everyone silently, my greasy hair blocking some of my view. Heads banging against the wall, hair being ripped out, and the screams. Oh god the screams were louder than ever, but it was pretty much a regular hour. I turned my eyes to the assholes and I couldn't help but glare as they filmed them with hushed snickers and smirks. They didn't care about anyone, they thought of us as entertainment.
A small lady gripped my arm and screeched into my ear. I hissed in pain as her nails dug into my arm and blood started to appear. She ran away once I made a sound; I looked down as the blood dripped down my slender arm. Funny, this was least painful thing that has happened to me today. Then I finally looked at him. The only boy that didn't hurt me or scare me. He was sitting down, ears covered and was counting to ten over and over again. The siren stopped minutes ago yet everyone was still shook up.
"Clarity, darling."
The man entered the room and his voice gave me shivers, I didn't want to look at him but I knew I had to. I slowly moved my head in his direction and all I recieved back is a motioning finger. I knew what that means. Everyone knew what that means. I stood there, frozen in shock and agony. I thought there was at least about a dozen people ahead of me on the list. Two men grabbed me and dragged me into the room and I started screaming and kicking. Everyone was watching me and everything was silent. I started scractching at the men, practically barking at them. I couldn't control my actions. I wasn't ready to become one of those things he likes to make for fun. I kept fighting back until a sharp needle entered my body. My vision was getting blurry and then I realized something.
Insanity is contagious.
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asylum lane au (m.c)
Horror“I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of genius; which to angels look like torment and insanity.” (trigger warning: mental disorders, violence, drug abuse, self harm, blood, horror)
