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I did not expect to see that.

Ever.
I think you did.
Now is not the time.


Woken from my disturbing imagination.

I found that, what I had just experienced, was mostly very quite real.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!

I- don't understand what you are talking about!?

You did this!
I didn't tell you to do that!

The nurse, that had come through the door earlier, was now laying on the wooden floor. Dead. The nurse had been cruelly strangled with a rope from the nearby curtains. She had also been stabbed multiple times in the throat with nails and screws from the floorboards.

I was the only one in the room with her at that moment in time.
So was the monster, but the monster clearly wasn't real.

So therefore-

I did it.
Murderer.

No! You- made the monster stupid Voice! You-
Are the monster.
You are the monster.

No! That's not what it means! I can't have done this, I shan't beleive this!

I can't have done this! The monster did.
NO! You ARE the monster!

No! You ARE!
You-

"99?!" Somebody was desperately shouting for me. Or at me.

"99? Are you okay?!" What? What do you mean? Am I okay!? I JUST- KILLED SOMEONE

I say nothing. I'm a killer, a cold-hearted killer.
"Come quick to me!" What? Am I to be taken away, to that chair, where the others were? Where the others were brutally murdered? I don't feel so bad for them now, if they killed people.

I trudge over to the person who called me. I don't want to be killed for killing. I want to have a second chance.
"Hurry!" What? Why didn't they say my number? Everybody usually does.

They hurried me out the door, down the corridors once more. I don't know how long it has been since I last saw Dr Snechtz, and now, I don't want to see him. We rushed down the corridors, the corridors that seemed all too familiar. We stopped at a door.
Dr Snechtz's door.

The person opened the door and shoved me forcefully in the room. I didn't want to be here, I don't want to die. 
"99, over here." That must have been Dr Snechtz, or that other man that I don't know.

I slowly walk over to where the voice came from, I must listen to them.
"What did you see 99?" A tall silhouette sat in a chair before me. That must have been him speaking.

"I killed her." I must admit to it, that will make it quicker. Hopefully.
"No, you didn't. You just stood there, watching whoever did it." 

What? What does he mean? 
I don't know. I thought you killed him.

So did I, nobody else was there expect that monster. 
And those monsters aren't real.
Exactly.
So who did?
Why are you asking me? I thought you knew everything!
I- sort of do. 
I don't believe you.

"I saw a monster kill her, but then I woke up and I thought I had." I must tell him everything. I must let him know everything.
Not everything.
Yes, everything.

"What did it look like, 99?" He is asking a rather lot of questions. Does it matter? No, not really. Not to me anyway. It kind of feels like I'm getting brainwashed really, but I know I'm not. They wouldn't do that, especially to a child.

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