LAUREN'S POV
Have i gone mad? Am i imagining things? Even my own mind is currently irate from my own thoughts. Have I..Have i gone..insane? Impossible. I'm normal. I am normal. Normal.
I stood in front of the restroom mirror, staring at my own reflection. I turned the sink on and began to wash my face off. This is all just an illusion. You're not insane. You're normal, everything will be okay. I dried my face off with some tissues, and took in a deep breath.
I'm not insane. Yes you are
No i am not You clearly are, you've gone insane
No i am normal You're lying to yourself dear
"I'M NOT INSANE, I'M NORMAL! NORMAL!" I scream out to my own reflection as i see my own reflection, her face kept a heinous expression. Impossible, such an enigma. I saw her laughing back at me with rancor. I need to expunge of her, my own reflection.
"Stop laughing!" i began to yell, "stop it!" i demanded, but all she ever did, was laugh and taunt me. "You've gone insane" she would say, while other voices would concur. "No! Enough!" i yell out and i punched the mirror, hitting my own reflection.
"Insane!" i heard 'myself' yell before shes shattered to pieces, little by little. I felt the glass penetrate my skin, sinking into my fist. But i didn't mind, i did not at all. Watching myself shatter and fall apart, seemed to appease me. But why should i watch myself fall apart, when i already am?
I shook my head. "lauren? lauren are you alright?!" i could hear ally's voice. I looked at the door and back at the broken mirror. "oh what? y-yeah i'm fine." "i heard screaming and glass shattering..Let me in!" she insists. I felt the warmth of my blood trickle on my hand, and onto the floor.
I reached for the door handle with my other hand and opened the door, all stood there, perplexed and shocked. "what...happened in here!?" she asks bending down to look at the broken glass. "Uh i'm sorry... i was supposedly irate." i apologized. Ally furrowed her brows, but seemed lenient in appearance.
"You're bleeding too," she pointed out, "Why did you do this?" I looked down at what was left of the mirror from hell. I stared back at myself, waiting for something to happen. "The tricks of what the mind may bring," i sighed, "I am terribly sorry for this awful dilemma. I just don't think i have a much better reason to tell you why...You might say... I've gone, insane, Ms.Allyson."
"lets just get you cleaned up, i'll tell one of the maids to clean this up okay? Come with me." I comply and follow her to the Asylum's Infirmary Room. How can anyone be so magnanimous? I be sure to be thankful for it.
One by one she removed the excess glass and by then she stitched my wound herself, adding an antibiotic to help heal it. By then her sooth stitching skill managed to propitiate me. "i must thank you ma'am." i say enunciate. "no need, just please get back to work...and don't do anything stupid." she says sternly.
"yes ma'am," i smiled gratefully towards her, causing her to return the smile, as she left, leaving me seated in a bed. I sat looking around the room. How spacious it was. I smile at the company of myself. I will do just fine, I'm not insane. I never was insane, i know it. I'm not alone. I am my own company. I never was alone, i had myself. I thought with a smile, but it had faded quickly.
I never was normal. Because everyone's a little insane.
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