After a tragic past, Claire Elric is left alone in this world to fight against her mind and screaming thoughts, especially after her best friend, Leo, decides not to remember her and start a new life in which she is just a girl who studies in the sa...
I wasn't on the benches anymore, not within Conrad's comfort. Everything around me was black, white and grey. A sat on my knees on the carpeted floor.
I looked around to find myself in a corridor with doors on each side, some clawed, some barely hanging to the hinges. Even though they had an aura that screamed to stay away from them, I stood up, my legs still wobbly as I did, making my way to one of the doors.
"Come."
Even though I mentally shouted commands for my body to stop, I felt like a puppet being played by someone else. I dragged my foot with each step towards the closest door. Unwillingly, my trembling hand reached out to twist the door knob. It opened with a creaking sound.
The room lit up on its own as my eyes adjust to the light. I saw a hospital bed in front of me on which lay a girl, straps around her chest and arms to stop her from get off the bed. But that didn't stop her from thrashing on the bed, shaking visibly from fear.
Tears stained her face. "Please don't do this to me!"
The doctors that surrounded her put their hands to hold her down to give her a shot, as the liquid was insert into her vein, her movements came to a halt and she closed her eyelids sleepily. It was then when I realized that the girl was me.
"Did you hear the things this girl sees?" one of the doctors spoke up.
"Of course, I did. They even had psychiatrists check her but they said everything about her was normal according to mental state that is."
"Well, if what they said is right, and what she sees is true, I'm dying to find out what makes her see these things."
I stepped back, realizing what was happening. They were dissecting me like an insect, like a mere biology project. I backed out of the room with slow steps, my stuck on where they started to form a cut on my chest. My eyes welled with tears as I exited and tripped into the room opposite to the one, I just saw.
I gasped for breath, trying to piece everything together. My gaze snapped to the dark room that I had stumbled in, noticing something move in the dimness. I heard a loud shriek come from one of the corners and in a split second, something had me laying on my back as it was over me, strangling me. From the light of the corridor, I realized that the person on top of me was another reflection of me—a psychotic one.
I tried to push her off of me as I felt my lungs burn with the lack of air. It only infuriated her more and she tried clawing me, her sharp nail slicing through the skin on my cheek, making me yelp. I curled my knees, crouching them under as I set me feet on her stomach. With all the strength I had surged into my thighs, I pushed her off of me.
Scrambling up, I quickly made my way out seeing that she had gotten back on her feet. I closed the door and held the knob tightly as she banged against it. I heard a few shrieks and screams come from the other side, the door moving uncontrollably that I thought it might fall out. But then everything stopped and I exhaled out in relief.
I was confused. I plucked up the courage I had left to check the rest of the doors. Each brought another wave of panic when I saw myself in a more devastating condition than the previous door. I looked horrific behind each scene and I didn't even know why this was happening.
I ran around the corridor after seeing almost every door, then, sliding down the wall, I sat on the ground, clutching my hair from its roots. What did all of this mean? Why was I seeing all of this?
Between my thoughts, the door in front of me opened up on its own.
Darkness swarmed all around so I controlled every string holding me to stop myself from going in. A light flickered on in the center of the room, just a bulb dangling with a string. Underneath its light was a girl—me, sat on a chair, her hair long enough to reach her thighs that had covered her face. She looked starved; the outlines of her bones stood out of her skin. Her hands tied to the chair with chains as she made hissing noises, her head waging slightly as if she didn't have the strength to hold it still. She breathed loudly, having trouble in letting her lungs breathe properly.
Her gaze snapped towards me and I expected her to do something as maniacal as I had seen the rest of them do. But all she did was tilt her head, her eyes boring holes into me. Her eyes weren't like mine though, they were faded, dry.
Then she laughed, laughed so loudly that it echoed on the walls of the empty room. She laughed brutally, moving back and forth as tears leaked through her eyes. And for whatever I had seen through the past doors, this I found most horrifying as I stuck glued to the ground.
When her laughs died down, she tilted her head again, her chest heaving as it tried recovering for the air her lungs had lost.
She passed me a smile so genuine that it looked like the only normal thing I had seen throughout.
She smiled looking at me for longer than I liked, shaking her head.
She let out a little giggle as she shook her head at me. "You lose."
I felt stunned when she spoke. "You Lose! WE lost."
And then I ran as fast as I could, trying to find a way out but there was none since I ended up to a dead end each time.
When I took another turn, I stopped abruptly when I saw no door in the corridor. There was only one full length mirror on the other side that I walked up to.
Stared at myself in it, the images of what I had seen flashing in front of my eyes. I saw a monster in me. My reflection smiled at me.
Even though I shouldn't have been surprised, I was too traumatized for one day.
"Give up on the life you live Or you'll end up becoming like this The crazy, little monster you hide Will not perish, but will learn how to thrive On the reality that you find impossible to admit Is too much for you since your dreams bring you bliss So let your dreams provide you comfort From a life that brings you horrors For your reality is faint A your dreams are stronger."
My reflection brought her hand out of the mirror, stroking my face lightly, twirling my hair in her finger. Those black butterflies appeared from behind her, swarming their way towards me, floating around my head.
I understood now. Understood what this place was trying to tell me: That I would break.
This insanity would drive me crazy. And I need to solve all of this before any of the things I saw became my fate.
I was scared, so scared that I couldn't run away, couldn't even stand up. So, I just sat there, letting tears fall out of my eyes.
The hands playing with my hair suddenly came to a halt, gripping all of them in her hand firm. A wicked smiled casted over my reflection as she pulled my hair so hard that it made me move towards her, into the mirror.
But instead of letting me in, my head banged with the mirror.
And it broke.
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