In The Darkness...

I was looking into the darkness, it was around me, claustrophobia started setting in. I couldn't breath, the air was as thick as molasses. I took deep breaths, but only tiny amounts of air entered my lungs. "Can you hear me?" a male voice echoed in my head, "nod if you can hear me," I nodded my head, "good, good, um, I guess since i'm going to be in your brain for awhile, I should have a name." "How about fuck-face?" I asked, with a chuckle, "ha, ha." the voice said, sarcastically. "Oh, did you know that you have 5,000 names memorized, how about Clarence?" the voice asked, "why the fuck not," I say

I felt the air become thinner, and I took deep breaths. The darkness became lighter and lighter, soon I was back on the floor of the Asylum, and my head was pounding. I sighed, "why are you in my head?" I ask out loud. "Heh, I don't know," Clarence said, kinda laughing. I sighed, and stood up, groaning. A loud, blood-curtailing female scream, "fuck!" I scream, the scream echoed, then was followed by dead, horror filled, silence. "Hello?" I ask, my voice shaking. I placed my hand on the .22lr revolver and took it out, keeping my finger off the trigger. I heard heavy, loud footsteps behind me. I turned around, and Golden Sun was their, and she smashed her hand in my face with inhuman strength, and knocked me to the floor, "stand up and fight like a man!" she screeched and stomped on my scrotum, again with inhuman force. I turned on my back and dragged to my revolver, grasped the wooden handle and aimed.

With a loud bang, a .22 hit her chest, and she kept going, limping over to me, I put another round in her head, and she didn't stop, I unloaded the last six bullets in her chest and she didn't stop. She kicked the gun from my hand, I felt wet tears stream down my cheek, was I really killing the only person who was by my side when I was thinking of suicide, when my parents died, when I was depressed, she was there. I dropped my backpack, and took out the machete, and stood up. With a quick, strong slash, her neck was cut open, blood splattered my face, and mixed with my tears.

I sat down on my knees next to her body, and placed my middle and index finger above her sweet, yellow eyes, and closed her white eyelashes. A tear dropped onto her face, blood caked, yet still beautiful in a horrifying way. I screamed "why, Celestia! Why?" I asked. I jumped and fell on my back as her eyes shot open, "so, you thought I was dead?" she asked, her voice was deep and frighting, her eyes where white, no iris, no pupil. I screamed loudly, and the scream echoed. I stuck up my middle finger at her and moved backwards to a wall. She picked up my machete and laughed like a madman. I ran to the door of the room and opened it; sprinting through it, and closing it. I looked for something to block it with, I found a bench and pushed it to the door. A loud scream of anger came from the other side of the door, and a fist broke a hole in the door, and her hand came out.

I took a deep breath and ran, the pounding on the door ended and loud footsteps rang down the hallway. I didn't dare turn to look if it was behind me. I felt my legs ache; but kept sprinting, her footsteps died away, and I hid in a dark room. I heard her footsteps creep back to the closed door, and her rough voice said "come out pansy," I held my breath; waiting for it to leave.

I didn't move for five minutes and stood up, my head ached, and I dropped to my knees; slid on my side, and cried, tears flowed like a river. I thought for a moment; realizing I am going insane. I wanted a way out. I looked at the door, it had a eye-hole. I moved slowly to the eye hole, and peeked out, all I saw was white with red, bloodshot lines running through the almost pure white eyes. I stumbled back, heart pounding, vision blurring, her hand pounded on the door; I started yelling and looking for a weapon. The only thing I could see was the light from the dimmed, flickering florescent lights shinning in from the gaping hole in the door where her fist was.

I gasped for air as I heard her hand tear away the door. I fell onto the ground and hollered "GO AWAY! PLEASE!" I started to cry in fear. The door broke off it's hinges and slammed to the floor. I tried to stand but she sprinted to me and kicked my stomach and I fell to the ground. She picked me up and looked at me, eyes now full black holes, blood dripping out from them. I threw a punch at her head, she dropped me, and I landed on my feet. Insanity fled my mind again. I stared into the dark sockets, drawn to them. I felt a sickeningly innocent feeling, like a child in a mothers arms. I started to walk towards them, feeling relief as I moved closer. I snapped out of the trance and looked for a exit; I ran for the door;hoping for a exit. None. I ran hoping that I could find a hiding place.

I ran into a nursery, for the children of victims. A group of children sung, "ring around the Rosie, pockets full of posies, Ashes, ashes we all fall down." I looked for the source of the singing. It was becoming louder and louder; my head ached. The children became visible, their flesh bruised and torn; blood dripped from the torn flesh. I felt the same feeling of relief when I almost died.