Psychotic dreams

This is the day to day account of someone in a mental hospital. It is all about what they think is going on and than what is really going on to this one person. They talk about voices and walls moving when nothing is really happening.


1. Day one (Mental patient)

"I'm not crazy!" I shout as a weird blur shows up at the door with a plate of knives, "Don't assassinate me it wasn't me it was the voices!"

"This is for your own good pet," the blur said in a menacing voice as she got closer and closer holding one of the knives to my neck. she dug the blade into my throat and I collapsed onto the bed. When I awoke later the walls started to close in, I grabbed one and began shoving it away but it just kept getting closer.

"You won't take me alive!" I yelled hoarsely as I pushed the walls backwards. But they wouldn't stop edging closer and closer to me until I was trapped in a corner between the bed and the only wall that wasn't moving. One of the blurs walked in with a hammer and started banging the walls that was moving.

"Happy now," the blur mumbled pointing the hammer at me angrily then she razed it above her head and slammed it down on my foot.

"Ow what was that for it's not my fault that the voices hate me," I said exasperated, "I can't help it that they chose me."

"There are no voices!" the blur said completely loosing it, "How many times do I have tell you they are in your head no where else!"

"Hey what's going on," another blur said coming in he must have been a boy because his voice was deeper, "Let's leave her alone she needs her rest." I blinked at the blurs trying to get my eyes to adjust to what was going on.

"The voices are real," I said grumpily, "They choose me, they came for me and I answered there pleas now they haunt my dreams and they are always there even when I don't want them to be."

"We know dear we will just have to leave you with them for now," the male blur said, then he turned to leave with the second blur and I only just caught what they was saying, "Poor girl she's only 12 and she is completely mental there are no voices and I feel really sorry for her now."

"Yeah I know poor girl," the second blur said as they walked away from my room. What were they talking about the voices were real they would see when the voices took over I would be the one that the voices could trust because I brought them here. Smiling smugly I lay down and watched the celling start to collapse.

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