Insane

I’m not crazy. 

Though I sit between against white padded cell wall I know it. How can one think I am mad? My eyes have not deceived me.

I have been here but only 3 hours, at least according to my internal clock, as I have gotten no physical one.

My arms are firmly bonded to my chest and cross over one another, I suppose they think I will try to harm myself in some sort of way. Of course I would never think of doing that to myself. It’s preposterous that they think I might, infuriating even!

I sit on the bed, my back straight up and my feet planted firmly on the ground. My legs are free of bondage thankfully so I can walk freely around the room, though I chose not to. Why should I even think of such an idea when I’ve seen quite a frightening beast roaming freely on the earth?

My body sits still and I constantly glance at the room chronologically, over and over.

A very tedious practice, but worth it to feel as if I was safe in this confined space.

I wonder if the entity can even enter this room, and whether it is a ghost, a demon or some sort of animal. I almost instantaneously discard the thought of it being an animal from my mind, without a doubt in my mind, I know it can’t have a physical form.

Now that leaves me with a demon or ghost of some sort. Though I hardly believe something with an aura of such animosity could have been a ghost or ghoul. I understand that ghosts can be “evil” so to say, but not to the extent that I felt that day…

***

This was three days prematurely to the present.

“Lillia, you can’t be serious!” My voice rings out in my ears, panicked and horrified. This takes me by shock, my normally level mind rings with alarm. The fear in my voice only brings more fear to my body. Lillia, my sister, speaks next.

“You need help…” She practically whispers to me and the severity of my situation sinks in.

Not even an hour earlier I had seen the entity-the thing in the corner of my bedroom and in utter panic I rushed to the person always at my side, who was a mere ten minutes drive down the street, my sister.

I explained the situation, what I was doing, what it looked like, and what it did. Not even my most horrid thoughts could conjure up what to expect next. I hear those words, the words of dismissal and disbelief.

I stare off into the empty distance as she talks calmly, as if trying to lull me into following her. Well, it works and I’m following in a zombie-like trance and the next thing I know we’re talking at the front desk of a place that smells of cleaning chemicals and keeps their lights at a moderately dim setting.

My body is repulsed by this place and screams at me to seek refuge elsewhere, but two men come to me, speaking calmly as they take me away, my sister tells me it’s okay.

As soon as we’re out of her sight the men strap me up as I am now and leave quickly after, as if fearing they will catch my insanity.

Now we are back to the moment in my room, nay, the room that has me confined. It’s dimly lit now, but I can tell that the lights steadily shift, so slow that you don’t even notice if it even changed at all. Though I’m certain the room used to be lighter than this. Surely the shadows weren’t this dark. All of this makes me feel I might as well be mad, even if I know for a fact I am not.

As I continue my adequate scanning of the room I notice something in the top right corner, almost just above the door that confines me to this compact room.

It’s like a hazy mist, though not white like mist normally is. It’s dark black like a sort of gas. I do not make any sudden moves, but my pupils dilate in fear, causing the mist to grow in its place. I back up to the corner of my bed slowly, keeping my eyes on this phenomenon.

The mist grows thick and rapidly, it doesn’t spread out into the room as a normal gas would, but condensed in its place into a sort of black hole.

As the blackness cascades down the corner and fills it like a disease. I feel my body tremor and for a moment I have no idea why, but when I examine the mist more closely I see it is not a mist at all. It is that thing. That thing tormenting me and the thing that has landed me into this torturous situation.

I hate it. Rage consumes my body, but I can’t bring myself to move, though I’m furious, fear swallows up the anger by a large margin.

The malice from the being creeping into my room suffocates me, I can hardly breathe and that isn’t even my biggest worry. The intense pressure wells up inside me and forces tears down my face.

I watch as two small crimson orbs of light appear in the darkness and shine, as if watching me. My lips part, as if to yell, but I comprehend quite well that this entity has much more strength than I could ever wish to have. So instead of yelling I resort to begging, though only my lips move, no noise emerges.

The tears continue down my face as my lips move desperately, hoping to get anything, though to my despair I get nothing from the action.

Soon, as if bored of my antics the smoke-like cloud drifts closer, at the lightest contact of my skin my last tear falls and a puff of black mist exhales from my mouth and joins the rest, completely unidentifiable to the rest of the cloud.

Within the next hour people hear of my tragic death. Of course Lillia is completely destroyed with grief and devastation, wasting time and getting an autopsy. When they cut open the body to find out the problem from within they find it hollow. No organs, no bones but instead a layer of thick black mucus holding it into shape. Nothing was left of this man, he had, to put it simply, cest to exist.