Insane

Chapter 9

It wasn't cold here. In fact, it was humid and I was sweating. I was locked in another room, this one was smaller and had a silver toilet in the corner.

I wasn't absolutely alone, though, but wished I was. There were thick walls separating the cells, but I could still hear the screams.

I shoved the thin, smelly pillow over my head in an attempt to block it out, but the wailing was still there. It made my stomach churn, and I wanted to help these people.

I gagged, sick with fear maybe, and I ran over to the toilet, bending over it. The contents of my stomach poured into the bowl. It looks the same as it did when I ate it, I thought.

I coughed, and all I could taste was bile. I dragged myself back over to my bed, crawling back in.

I wiped my face on the edge of my sheet, falling back. I was sweaty and exausted.

Was I sick? In my head and in my body.

I woke up to a someone shouting, "Wake up, wake up," and the doors opened.

I dragged my self up, joining the crowd and following them. "Where are we going?" I asked a girl next to me, tapping her arm. She flinched away from my touch before answering.

"Breakfast. Breakfast. We're going for breakfast." She mumbled out quickly and shakily, and then disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey, you new here?" A deep voice whispered in my ear, and I jumped back.

"Yeah, I'm new." I say, turning around to face the boy. My breath hitches, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest. "No." The boy looked exactly like Johnny.

He looks at me, confused, "What?"

I shake my head rapidly, "YOU'RE NOT REAL!" I screeched.

His arms reach out to grab me as my knees buckle and I sob. "What's wrong?" He asked. People were whispering and staring, but I just screamed and shook my head.

"JOHNNY GO AWAY YOU'RE NOT REAL!" I screeched.

A nurse rushed over, "What's wrong with her, Oliver?" She asked the boy, and I stopped screaming.

"Oliver?" I asked her.

The nurse focused on me, "Yes, sweetheart. This is Oliver. Are you okay? Do you need any help?" She asked, and I shook my head.

"You can see him?" I asked.

The nurse nodded, approaching me slowly. "Yes, his name is Oliver and I'm Amy." She smiled, holding out her hand for me to shake. I stand, and Oliver let go of me. I take her hand shakily, "I'm Charlotte."