When the mind turns on itself. |
I can feel it moving under my skin, running back and forth, back and forth. It is running its spidery legs over my ribs and I can feel it pacing inside my lungs. “No, no, no, no…!” I chanted, they had to hear me, they had to help me. This thing, this thing under my skin, they have to untie me. “Fuck! Get me the hell out of here.” I scream, my blistered throat protests at the streak that escapes my lips. It crawling through my throat now, under the skin stretched over my cheekbones, under my eyelids. I strain harshly against the jacket keeping my hands crossed over my stomach, attaching me to this imprisoning wooden chair. “No!” I wail as I jump up and slam back down, I have to break this fucking chair. “Listen! It has me, it fucking has me!” Desperate. It has me. I groan as travels back down to my throat and lingers there. I can feel it breathing. Breathing. Circling. ________________________________________ I watch it flail hysterically. Its hallow cheeks deflating as another shriek escapes its lips. Its pupils are so dilated that the shocking electric blue is barely visible any longer. Large muscles bulge under the jacket as it strains to break free, a safety precaution that is looking quite flimsy at this point. “Will the straight-jacket hold?” I ask a doctor looking just as concerned as I do as we stand behind thick glass to observe the new addition to the facility. “It’s never failed before.” he mutters as it attempts to break the chair again. “Hm, such strong delusions.” We stare in such curiosity as it curses loudly and screams “It has me!” “What has him?” I question the doctor again. “It seems to be convinced that some grotesque creature has found its way under its skin and is eating it from the inside out.” I wince at the pure monstrosity of it all. The doctor gasps as the chair breaks and it bursts from its confines in the sheltering jacket. “Somebody get in there, now!” Doc yells as it clamps its hands around its throat and squeezes. My hands fly up over my mouth in horror as its blue eyes bulge and its mouth turns up in triumph. There is a harsh cracking sound as it suddenly tightens it grip with unbelievable strength. It collapses to the ground, finally escaping its final nightmare. |