Deathly Insane?

Untimely Fate

October 25, 2020

I heard another wail today.

I've been hearing these wails for the past 3 days now. I have no clue what to say in response. I've asked people if they could hear the wails, but they all look at me like I'm crazy. 

Maybe I have gone insane. I talked to my therapist about it and she advised I take some sort of medication to reduce the chances of hearing these wails again. I'm sure she's right, so I'll believe her. She's always right, after all.

October 26, 2020

Today I found some sort of female figure. She had mascara running down her face, like she'd been crying, and her hair was a mess. She had on a white dress that seemed torn with a rusty ring.

"Hello?" I asked. "Are you lost?"

The woman turned to me. Blank white eyes were staring at me, not stopping to blink. Soon, she let out a wail. A wail similar to the wails I had heard the previous days. Had my hallucinations gone out of hand? Maybe everyone was right. Maybe I had gone insane after I heard that first wail. 

October 27, 2020

Nothing happened today. No wails, and the woman was nowhere to be seen. I wanted to ask why she had let out a wail. Did I remind her of someone? Maybe she was releasing her frustration? 

I asked someone about the woman. They looked at me like I was odd. "There was no woman," they replied, to my surprise and dismay. Great, now people had even more reason to think I was insane. This was not looking good for me.

Where was that medication? If I wanted to fit in with society, I would need it sooner or later. I'd prefer sooner.

October 28, 2020 

I heard the wails again. They were louder than I recall them being. I turned to where I thought the scream had come from, and the woman was back. She looked more agonized than the last time I saw her. I tried asking why she wailed, but she just let about another wail.

When I got home, I felt much weaker. I felt like I wanted to pass out and that it felt harder to breathe. I lived, but I felt...unease. Should I be concerned?

October 29, 2020

Nothing new happened today. I heard the wail and I felt nauseated. I felt feverish and I felt too weak to even move. I was growing concern with my deteriorating health. I mean, just two days ago I was fine, but now I felt like I was dying. What was happening? Why was this happening? I have so many questions and not enough answers. Was this related to the woman? Did she want me to suffer? I'll just get my pills tomorrow, my therapist said they'll be here then.

October 30, 2020

I finally got my pills in the afternoon. I thanked my therapist with a smile and left the building. Walking back to my apartment with the orange bottle in my hand got people to stare. I didn't care about the stares though. Maybe I'd finally be seen as...fit for society.

Entering my house, I headed straight to my kitchen. I filled up a cup with water to help me swallow those pills. I took out 2 pills and popped them in my mouth, before drinking the water. I checked the bottle to make sure I was taking the right amount of pills. 

I came to a realization. These were the wrong pills. I might not have even needed medication. The dizzy feeling took over as I fell to my knees. I tried to reach for the closest phone, but it seemed so far away. Black spots started filling my vision as my breathing started to slow. It felt like someone had placed a hundred-pound weight on my back. Eventually, there was nothing I could do. The last thing I heard was a wail from what I realized was a wailing banshee before I let myself fall into a deep sleep.