Interior Monologue
Three days, six hours and twenty-two minutes have passed.
White walls seem to drag and crawl their way around me in padded squares. Shadows flickered on the walls moving waveringly around me. The room remains immersed in darkness, (drowning) but I can still hear the screaming man.
He has been here for six days, four hours and fifteen minutes and doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon.
I don’t know his name, nor do I know why the shrinks let him in here with me, but all he does is sit there and tear his eyes out. He plunges his fingers into his eyes, digging down – deeper and deeper. Then lifting. A sickening sound and it was done over. Blood covered the floor and in the hand lay the eye of the man.
I don’t know why they put me in a straightjacket …show more content…
He is dying. No, he is already dead and I can see him.
“Don’t let them take you.” He repeats blood and froth gurgling in his mouth.
“DON’T LET THEM TAKE YOU!” The monster lunges at me with skeletal fingers and bulging red eyes. Needles, syringes and tubes flow out of it like hairs as it reaches out to grab me.
And I almost let it.
“Layla Renton,” a honey-like voice coos from behind me.
The door is open and a woman in a white jacket is standing there smiling. But her smile does not reach her eyes, instead I see pain. The same pain I saw in that man’s eyes.
A sickly shudder erupts down my spine as I revel in relief.
“Won’t you come with us?” It’s not a question, but more like a command. A threat.
She unlocks my straightjacket and pushes me up. I stand up. My legs shake and knock together like a foal as I attempt to make my way across the room and out of the padded cell.
I am out and the unpleasant smell of disinfectant hits me hard.
‘“Don’t let them take you.”’, his words echo in my mind as I follow the white jacket down the hall.
Pity boils down in my stomach as I remember the suffering man, but I quickly push it away when I recall the monster who replaced his
White walls seem to drag and crawl their way around me in padded squares. Shadows flickered on the walls moving waveringly around me. The room remains immersed in darkness, (drowning) but I can still hear the screaming man.
He has been here for six days, four hours and fifteen minutes and doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon.
I don’t know his name, nor do I know why the shrinks let him in here with me, but all he does is sit there and tear his eyes out. He plunges his fingers into his eyes, digging down – deeper and deeper. Then lifting. A sickening sound and it was done over. Blood covered the floor and in the hand lay the eye of the man.
I don’t know why they put me in a straightjacket …show more content…
He is dying. No, he is already dead and I can see him.
“Don’t let them take you.” He repeats blood and froth gurgling in his mouth.
“DON’T LET THEM TAKE YOU!” The monster lunges at me with skeletal fingers and bulging red eyes. Needles, syringes and tubes flow out of it like hairs as it reaches out to grab me.
And I almost let it.
“Layla Renton,” a honey-like voice coos from behind me.
The door is open and a woman in a white jacket is standing there smiling. But her smile does not reach her eyes, instead I see pain. The same pain I saw in that man’s eyes.
A sickly shudder erupts down my spine as I revel in relief.
“Won’t you come with us?” It’s not a question, but more like a command. A threat.
She unlocks my straightjacket and pushes me up. I stand up. My legs shake and knock together like a foal as I attempt to make my way across the room and out of the padded cell.
I am out and the unpleasant smell of disinfectant hits me hard.
‘“Don’t let them take you.”’, his words echo in my mind as I follow the white jacket down the hall.
Pity boils down in my stomach as I remember the suffering man, but I quickly push it away when I recall the monster who replaced his