Insanity ReignsA Chapter by InsanityWriter About a crazy girl in an insane asylum, who killed her murderer lover. I am in a carriage. The men around me look so weird. They are very serious looking. I look at my hands and arms. There are pretty flowers growing out of my skin. I laugh. The men look at me funny again and I ask them which flower is the prettiest. One of them shakes his head and the rest look away from me. We are nearing a big building. I talk to the lady in the carriage. I do not know how she got in here; she just appeared suddenly, so I asked her. The men in the carriage look at me weird again. Now we are going up a driveway to a big building. The men escort me to the entrance. The lady disappears, so I ask where she went. The men give me strange looks again. I am led into a white hallway. There are lots of doors and few windows. It feels so small in here. I don’t know why I'm here. I am hearing the whispers again. They take me into a room. It’s all so white. There are so many bright lights. Too many. Too many. Too, too, too many!
You’re back in that place you wanted to forget. Blood. It’s everywhere. Splattered like paint on a seizured artist’s canvas. Red and deep The sweetly poisonous scent of copper. And there he is. The one who did this. Burning deep inside you is an evil feeling. Something which makes your skin crawl And your face goes red. A prickling sensation upon your cheeks. Hot, burning, Feverish. An evil, twisted, hated feeling. Love. No. he won’t be caught. You can’t let him be taken away. You take the knife he has set down. Goodbye. The deep liquid gushes onto your hands, Through your fingers. He screams and writhes. Your knife in in his throat. He falls. You kneel beside him and kiss his shaking lips. You whisper into his dying ear, “I love you.” I am in somewhere. Where am I? It is cold. It is darkening. I cannot move! Some people dressed in white come in. The voices are talking too loudly. I cannot hear. I scream for silence. There is pain. I am quiet now. They come back in. The people in white come back. They are asking questions. They are talking. I cannot understand them again. I am too busy listening to the singing. Such a sweet voice. I know you know me. I want to go. I say so. But then the answer, the answer did not want me to obey the song. Anger in inside me, boiling and frothing.
You hate. Hate so red and furious you reach out when you have the chance. The chance to dig your nails deep into the flesh of one of your restrainers. He lets forth a cry of pain. You smile. It reminds you of your beloved Who is now safe from the evils of the world. You break your restraints. I am seeing blood. Those people have tied me to a bed. Now they are leaving. There is blood on the ground. There is blood on my hands. There are broken ropes on the ground. What is going on? They are yelling at me. No. I don’t like it. Please make it stop! The voices. The hissing voices... Once they are gone, I relax. It is quiet. I sleep a long time. People come, and they feed me. Then I am let out. They take off the ropes that held me down, and I get up. I am taken to another room. It has a window, with bars. I look outside. It is a courtyard, and in that courtyard runs a fountain. Around it are people. And the oddest people at that. They are talking to things that don’t exist. Can you imagine that? They must be crazy.
I don't know why I'm here, but the voices tell me that everything will be alright. I look about me and see the stone walls shift in their places. They swirl and spiral and change into trees.
You remember the feeling... You danced in frenzic circles, You laughed in the falling rain. Droplets of your love's blood dripped from your cheek, The water washed it away, All you had left of him was that deep red that seeped into the knife and splattered your face. He is gone, He is safe, and you rejoice. I stand and spin in a circle. As the walls around me blur, they change. I am now in some magical forest, and the voices want me to run away. My legs carry me into the woods, but not very far. It is only two or so feet until I cannot continue. There is some invisible force that is preventing me from continuing to follow the voice's orders. I furiously slam myself into whatever is attempting to disallow me from following the voice's command to run farther. I scream and claw at my barrier.
You must get away. You must get free. Hatred spews from your heart. Pure, wretched loathing gnaws viciously upon your soul. You must break free! Utter desperation consumes you As the need for escape from these confines Takes a gripping hold. Ceaselessly you slam yourself against what you cannot see. You feel a warm red dripping slowly down the side of your face. You do not care. All that matters is that you follow what the voice tells you. You split your head open from the sheer force you exert to break free. I am lying on the ground. A dull ache radiates upon the entirety of my body. The voice has calmed and I am back in that white room. Voices. Voices from outside. Rushed footsteps, and my vision slowly ebbs away. My heart is slowing and strange thoughts and emotions are prying into within it.
You feel and taste the copper red. Is your heart evil? There are such wretched thoughts within it. Hate. Love. Sadness. You reach out for the cloaked figure coming for you, And you see darkness. Your last thoughts are of your love, You'll burn together. Forever. Hello. © 2013 InsanityWriterAuthor's Note
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