Schizophrenia

January 15, 1875

There's no usual light to wake me up in the morning, this time, though, the dust floating around has been illuminated by the sun. I could name each speck of dust, call them my friends, and watch them fall to the floor. They remind me of something. Snowflakes? People, broken cadavers falling near my window which have made looking down a chore lately. Everyone's fallen in the past month making me the only person here. I'm not completely alone, though. I have Miso, although I can't quite figure out where he's gone to. When the sun doesn't shine through my window, he's the one who wakes me up. I open the blinds a bit more and try to find him. It's fairly easy, he doesn't like being alone.

"Oh! Miso, there you are!" I say while scooping a small spider up from the end of my bed. He didn't move in my hand, crumbled up like a piece of neglected paper. The only part of Miso that stuck out this early was his long back leg, it always seems longer than the rest of them when he's awake. "Miso, I hope you know we only have a couple minutes before the schedule officially starts. Don't take too long waking up, okay?" He remained almost lifeless on my hand, unresponsive to whatever is said.

The schedule was very strict and it wouldn't wait for him to have his beauty sleep, I've warned him about this before. In two minutes we need to be out of this room and on our way to the old cafeteria. Miso doesn't seem to care about the schedule at all.

After two minutes of trying to wake Miso, I eventually give up, rest him on top of my head, and head to the old cafeteria. The halls of the old hospital, where I've been the past few months, were littered with messages written in crimson ink. The floors have things I couldn't recognize so I call them Squis, they make a strange squish sound when you step on them. The maintenance staff are dead so the hospital isn't being cleaned as often as it should, I tried to clean them once but I'm not allowed near chemicals.

While walking, I feel movement on the top of my head. "Ah, Miso." I say, carefully lifting my friend into my hand. Maybe the sound of the Squis woke him up, I'm just happy he woke up before we got to the cafeteria. Miso stirs in my hand and starts convulsing as his long back leg stretches out to the edge of my palm and falls off the side.

The creature, formally Miso, spread so he was taking up almost half the hallway. At times, his back sprouted spikes still dripping with his blood. Teeth grew out of his gums with a sound like skin being torn. Out of his feet came claws sharp enough to cut skin like paper.

After Miso stopped growing, the being that stood before me was unrecognizable to a strangers eye. I, however, knew who he was, we had been friends ever since I arrived in Danvers.

"L-k-k," Miso has trouble speaking when he first wakes up. "L-k-Lee," he continued. "We're late."

"Crap."