The sirens of the asylum were circling round my head as I woke up in the slumber I found hellish. I couldn’t sleep for hours due to the howling of the patients surrounding my chamber. The rustic door in front of me opened slowly with light beaming out from the guard’s torch going straight into my diluted eyes. I shy away from the light. I stand up on my weak and cold legs. I look down on my legs to find that I have been bleeding down my legs. The scratches looked like they were only fresh but these scratches were from my sister. I just couldn’t control myself any longer so I just had this feeling of just taking a wild slash at someone. The anger I’ve kept in for so long had to escape one way or another.
I walked out my chamber to feel a cold breeze hit my arms which gave me goose bumps. The people surrounding me were like my friends. It felt like I knew them since forever. We have so much in common. The murders. The blood and gore. Everything. I felt right at home.
As the guards launched me into the corridor, I was stared at by as much as everyone in the room. It felt like I was somehow the odd one out this time. It’s only been my 5th day here though. Only 2 months left until I leave this torture house. I walked towards the back of the room to lie down with my back against the wall. I would still wonder why everyone is looking at me in a curious way. I look at myself to the mirror to side of the room to see myself fully covered in blood and intestines wrapped round my neck like a Chanel scarf. This caused me to scream and curl up into a ball.
One of the nuns who work in the asylum pushed the doors open to see me with my blood-shed clothes and blood drenched hair. She made me look so small in perspective. It made me feel so cowardly and over-powered. She got down to my level and whispered in my ear “Why?”
I whispered back “I don’t know what’s happening anymore.”
The nun made a concerned expression on her face. She called one of the guards over to take me to one of the warden’s room. He dragged me by the wrist down the hall while friction starts to burn my leg. He lifted me up and placed me on a bed with a surprisingly comfy mattress. Leather straps with strapped both to my arms and legs. A Baptist came rushing through the grey doors including a few nuns which I barely noticed coming through the door. I felt like something was trying to control me like I was possessed or something. I felt my arms and legs ache with pain and exhaustion while the Baptist was speaking words which sounded like they were being spoken underwater. My eyes started to close until I saw this woman in the corner of the room glaring at me with her red lipstick smile. She waved at me slowly as my eyes closed fully.
I woke up with burns on my wrists and my ankles after rubbing against the leather straps. I cracked my head from left to right and noticed a woman in the corner coming right in front of my face.
“You don’t have to be afraid” She said calmly as she leaned in towards me. I struggled as I tried to get my cowardly face away from her smirking smile. I shouted and screamed as much as I can to get anyone’s attention. Finally, a nun came rushing through into the room. The woman quickly left the room without the nun noticing her. The nun saw me weeping and her face seemed surprised. She called on others to come see me. I wiped my eyes and noticed that my tears turned a very hellish black. My hands started to shake as the tear I wiped ran down my hand. I didn’t know what was happening at that point. My mouth started to tremble with horrification. One of the nuns then injected me with methadone out of nowhere. This suddenly wanted to make me freak out and rip the leather straps attached to me. I started to toss my head everywhere. Trying to struggle my arms and legs out of the aching straps of hell. I started to calm down because of the methadone jab. My eyes were still flooded with darkness. I fell asleep still with the pain to break free.
I later woke up to find myself on the floor of a pale white room. There was a window on one of the walls with people staring at me as if I was a monster. I looked towards the centre of the room to find an electric chair. I looked back to the people to realise that one of them was in sobbing. Only realising until now that the person who was sobbing was my mother. She was reported dead 6 years from an apparent train crash. Turns out she survived. Didn’t seem like she thought about me and my brother at all. I sprinted towards the window until two police men grabbed me by the chest and dragged me more and more towards the chair. They strapped me into the chair and tightened the dreaded leather straps. I looked towards and mother and cried my black tears. I screamed at the top of my lungs as the electric ran through my veins. I saw the women from the asylum again. The angel of death. Her smile seemed more confident.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
I nodded and leaned my face slowly towards hers.
By James Gunn