Lauren's POV
"Camila...can i ask you something?" i saw her face immediately light up in curiosity. "anything, anything." "How does it feel? To be insane. To live in a place ever so insane? You're own state of mind." I waited for an answer. Camila looked at me grimly, and smiled ever so wide, as if she was the Cheshire cat. "Why ask me, when you're already living in it."
I gasp lightly. "no, i'm not." "look around you, you've already lost it. You're not normal lauren, you never were. You were just, how may i say this?" i stood, my fists, clenched to my sides. "Insane." camila laughed, in coincidence the lights began to flicker simultaneously. "you can never go back lauren! Never!" she enunciates.
"but its okay, because we can both be insane....together."
I wake up in a snap. I breathed heavily, sweat trickling down my face. I woke up in my own bed, in my own home. "its- its just a bad dream, lauren." i tell myself as i sat up, wiping the sweat off my face with my hands. I immediately stood up to head to the bathroom. I turned the light on and stared at myself in the mirror. I haven't gotten much sleep since then.
I turned the sink on and made sure the water was cold so i may splash it onto my face. After i felt the coldness of liquids run onto my hands i immediately threw it onto my face, for about three or four times, until i felt as if i've gotten my shit together. Then i headed back to my room, only to find it to be rather dark.
"i dont remember leaving the lights off," i say as i felt the walls for the light switch. Once i turned the switch on, i was in the asylum. Or...it was the asylum itself. Dirty, stained walls of rust and god knows what. I realized i wasn't in my room anymore. I was asylum. In a room...but it was my own room. I took a closer look at the room itself.
The bed felt realistic, the walls did too. I didn't feel like im in a dream anymore. Its more than a dream. This is real life. I stepped back, soon i spotted a mirror in the corner of the room, i stared at myself. I wasn't in my comfy onesies anymore, i was wearing a patients gown.
I pinched myself, in fact, i did it twice. Just to see if i was really awake, or even alive.
I was then startled by the door being broken in, dust covered the entrance but soon a shadow of a large man appeared. But i sense it is no man, not even human.
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To cleanse the devil (camren)
RandomCamila Cabello, a disturbed, mental patient, and also known as the Devils favorite in her perspective. She who tends to be difficult and shows horrendous acts towards others. She who shut the world out. She who is able to express herself in a way of...