Dr Snechtz

9

WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive issues such as cutting, and gore
If you are not comfortable with these topics, please do not read the rest of this chapter.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Guy

Well, I suppose that was an alright meeting with the real Dr snechtz. Perhaps the other one is his evil twin! 
oh for god sake...
What? Am I not being realistic enough?
Their not evil twins, their just twins gosh..
I was fantasising! Leave me be..

I think that the walk back to ward was the weirdest! Don't you think?
What?
You know, the paintings were moving again! Just like last time, I mean, I know it's you moving them around but still it's very creepy.
That's your imagination not me. I'm just a voice, I do not control things.
Oh. Your just a voice.
Yes. Speaking of, if those paintings were creeping you out. Why don't we-

Punish
Them

What? No! Their just paintings, their not really moving! I thought we established that?
But aren't they scary? Aren't they scaring you? Bad things, deserve punishments...

Punish
Them

No! How has your mood just changed like that! One minute you're correcting me and the next you're telling me to hurt non-living things? What is wrong with you!
Perhaps there is more than one voice inside your head Guy...

Punish
Them

Stop, you've confused me enough! I cannot punish a painting or two, they cannot be punished!
Draw on them then.
No! That's just as bad...

But here I am, walking down the corridor to where the paintings were being cruelly hung against the wall.
That's right... Now take the red pen out your pocket.

It's not a pen, it's a knife you dumbo. I can't draw with a knife!
Oh, I stand corrected. We are making the red pen itself.
How?
You have that knife, yes? What else is red? Where else can you harvest that crimson red?
You want me to do a mini surgery on myself with a pocket knife?!
Well, you can put it that way. Yes.
No way I am doing that! That would hurt myself!
Indeed it would, but these paintings need a little more decoration don't you think?
No...

Yet here I am, painting the paintings with crimson red paint that I magically created from my own body.
I need to scream! I need to stop this at once! I need to stop drawing, I need to stop this mini surgery now! Now! I said now!

Please stop! You're going to hurt yourself Guy.. Listen to yourself not this stupid, stupid, voice..
I am not stupid, for you are the one that is drawing on the painting in the first place.

No! I can't believe I just drew all over this lovely painting.. It's ruined! And the worst part is, the ward people will know who's done it! I'll have this red paint all over me, and they'll know I did it then!

I must take a step or two back away from this painting-
And see how much more beautiful it looks.

And there on the painting, was a very neat sentence or two. It felt like it spoke to me, like I needed to continue this, though I know I mustn't!

"Their never right, listen to yourself, for those are true."

Who are "those"?
Who are those?! Hahahahaha oH my god. WHO are those!? You mean what are those? I can answer that, We are those. Those voices that you hear, We are true, We are right. We always have been, We are yourself, those that are true.. Don't listen to them, their never right.

Who are "their"?
The nurses, the ward, this place. The people here, them, their never right.
But their trying to help me!
No! Not you, us, We. Those.
Who are you, I don't like you, you're different from the other voices. Show yourself! I want to punch you! I-I want to-
Punish 
You!