Them

Warning: Contains Self Harm and Child Abuse

I'm not like the other people in here. They don't let me out. I'm stuck in room 304. But stuck isn't the right word. I'm free in this small cell. Free in this room for decades. Most people here wouldn't remember. She wouldn't remember. I remember everything that has happened inside these decaying walls.

"You'll be better soon". The doctor said, wearing a sinister grin. A small mask fitted over their nose with a long tube which would bring sleeping gas. Slowly their eyes began to get heavy. Even though his eyes were covered in bandages, Lady Mist could tell his eyes were wide open from excitement. He pulled his mask up and flicked the needle of the syringe. Their heart began to race. Their eyes quickly looked around the room trying to find a way to escape, as they tried to move their arms and legs but they were strapped down onto the table. A puddle of ink started to form around them as the ink dripped off the table. Lady Mist could feel their horns and tail come out. They tried to scream but there was nothing. But silence. Quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet. Suddenly they passed out.

These walls. These walls. These walls. These walls. These walls. Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls Walls

I need to get out. I NEED to get out. Now. Now Now Now Now Now Now. A knife. Where did it come from? Doesn't matter. These could help me. This is perfect. Haha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'LL KILL THEM ALL. EVERYONE. EVERYONE EVERYONE EVERYONE EVERYONE EVERYONE.

Red Red Red Red Red. Everything is painted red. More. I need more red.

I look at my arm. Perfect. I take the knife and slowly start carving at my arm. Blood spills like water. Drip Drip Drip. I feel numb. This isn't enough. I need more. My forearm is drenched in my blood. There's a mirror on my left. That wasn't there before. I glance over to my reflection.

"What the hell..." I manage to say. Black hair. No eyes. Someone walks into the room. A man probably in his 40's.

"E..ZA...BE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!". Instead of a worried face, he looked angry. Have I done this before? He grabbed my arm and threw me onto the ground. Numb. I tried to get up but he kicked me back down. Numb. He pulled my hair and slapped me. Numb. I grabbed the knife and stabbed him. He froze and dropped to his knees. I wiped the blood off my nose and removed the knife from his body and stabbed him again. Again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again. Laughed at his stupid face. What a fucking idiot. Tears dropped onto the ground but she didn't care. Then everything was black.

Tears ran down her cheek. What happened. How long have I been in the basement? What had happened. She wiped her tears-

7 years until all that pain just snaps inside you. You want to do it. You need to do it. Anything to stop the voices. Anything to stop the pain. It's getting louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Then it's quiet. You take a look at everything around you. It's been a month. You look at your hands. Dried blood.

Sooner or later you'll be taken to an asylum. Taken to the basement. Stuck in a cell. Stuck in a child state of mind. Kill those for breaking the rules of god. Or possibly see the puppeteer. Right through their mask. We're all stuck in here. All 6 of us. All 6 of us. All 5 of us.

What happened to the 6th?

They died. No time to worry. They're dead They're dead. Go now. Be free.

All 5 of us. All 5 of us. All 4 of us

What happened to the 5th

They're pretending to be the others. Keep their identity. All 4 of us. All 4 of us. All 5 of us. They're back. Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god. They are coming. Run Run Run Run. They're coming closer. Run Run Run. This isn't reality. RUN RUN RUN...you'll be dead soon

Everything was still. Karma looked around. Everything was red. A bright red. The alarms weren't off though. There was a knife on the ground. She picked it up.

Room 304

She started heading to Room 304

Open the door

She opened the door. Lady Mist was standing there as if she expected Karma to come. As she walked over to them everything got a darker shade of red until it was the color of blood. "Are you ready?" Lady Mist asked as they held their hand out. Their voice rang in her ears. Karma paused before she nodded and took their hand. Everything went back to normal. Except..all the doors in the hallway was open. "You did an excellent job in killing everyone, XXXXXXXXX." They said with a laugh

"I didn't kill anyone"

"The blood on your hands say otherwise.~"

They were right. Karma did kill them. All the bodies were dressed out. Her head suddenly started to hurt. At one moment everyone was dead and the next everything was completely fine. Karma turned to Lady Mist. "What the hell are you doing?"

Lady Mist stayed silent

"YOU AND FREDDY ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO REMEMBER ANYTHING! IT'S YOUR FAULT ISN'T?"

They stayed silent

"I keep blacking out and everything repeat itself...What the hell did you do with my head?"

They smiled not saying a word

"You're quite smart, Elizabeth. Would you like to try again?"

"W-what?"

"Good Morning XXXXXXXXX," the nurse said in a cheery voice.