So this is how the story begins...
I, Caitlin, also know as, The Cat Lady went insane.
How, you ask? Well, this is my story.
One day, I was laying on the ground, staring up at the sky in front of my school. Nobody liked to "hang out" with me but I was okay with that...kind of. I was a pretty socially awkward person so people began avoiding me and ignoring me. Even the teachers began ignoring me because I never raised my hand or anything like that. I just sat there, staring. I have dirty-blonde hair and glasses with black frames and white on the inside of the glasses. My eyes are dark brown that sometimes turn green when they want to. I was wearing my gym uniform that was a gray shirt that said the name of the school on it and black shorts. We were supposed to be running laps but my teacher didn't care about me in any way so, I just sat there. I raised myself into a sitting position and looked towards the sweating, running teenagers as they laughed with there friends while they jogged while other people were playing ball with their friends. For the first time in a long time I actually felt...alone. I got up and gave a small smile to everyone. Of course, they didn't notice me but it was nice to smile. My eyes scanned the teens and I just shrugged. It wasn't like they'd give a shit what I'd do. Even if I started talking to them they'd probably just stand there in silence, thinking I was the weirdest person alive. I just let my bangs fall in my face as I sat back down. I hated being alone sometimes.
Just...so alone...
My mother died having me and my father got drunk all the time when I turned seven. He probably thought that now that I was seven, then I'd be all good to go and I could take care of myself and him.
Finally, he just got so sick and tired of living and he hung himself. Scared, I ran to my neighbor's house and told them that my dad had hung himself. Their eyes had gotten wide and they followed me in the inside of my house and I showed them the room. They called 911 and I was put in a orphanage and soon afterwards, therapy. My orphanage owner told the therapist that I was saying bad things, like, "My father deserved to hang himself." I was only eleven at that time and very angry with my father. He was drunk all the time and didn't even care about his own child, only about my fucking mother who had died years ago! So now, I am seventeen years old. I still feel that pulling in my mind that I had when my father hung himself. That pulling was insanity trying to pull me in the deep abyss of insanity. Insanity is like a shadow, it's always there even though sometimes you can't see it. It's always there and there's always that one time in your life where you just feel it pulling you towards insanity.
I got up from my spot in the grass when the gym teacher blew the whistle. Looking back on it now, I can't recall her name. Names are blurry to me now. Even the most important people in my life I had forgotten their names. Which isn't much. I ran while the others walked so that I could catch up with them. I decided to test my theory. I came up to a random pair of girls and smiled politely.
"Hello!" I said, trying to sound nice.
They looked over at me in silence and one girl waved while the other just stared at me.
"Hey, you're that one girl who is all silent and nonsocial, right?" One girl said.
So that's what they call me. Nonsocial and silent. I shrugged, "sure."
They looked at each other and just began laughing. I frowned. What was so funny? They kept laughing.
"Yeah, the freak, right?" One girl said. I just stared.
They just laughed. When I realized they were laughing at me my eyes began tearing up. I turned and began walking as they laughed.
"What a freak, trying to talk to us like we're her friends." I heard the girl laugh.
After that I decided never to talk to people again. I just wiped the tears away. Everyone was cruel. They were foolish and immature, laughing at me for saying a simple "Hello."
After gym class I started listening in on people's conversations about me. I wanted to know what people thought about me. I was genuinely curious. I walked down the hallway and I could hear people's whispers.
"You see her?"
"Yeah."
"She's that one freak that never says anyone. No one cares about her, not even the teachers. They let her skip gym class."
"Wow. Really?"
"Yeah, I know right."
"I wish they would let me do that. I hate gym class."
"Seriously."
I stopped listening in on that conversation and began listening to others.
"I'm certainly not going to be her friend. She's too creepy and silent."
"I know. I wonder what stories her mind holds."
"I never actually thought about that. Maybe we should ask her?"
"If you want to ask her, you can because I'm not. She creeps me out."
"Me too."
"Then I guess we'll never know, now will we?"
"Nope."
I listened in on another.
"Look at her, doesn't she look ridiculous? She shouldn't even go to school."
"Why do you say that?"
"She's ugly and stuck up. She always skip classes. She probably bribes the teachers to skip their class or something."
"I don't know..."
"Well, why else would the teachers let her skip?"
"Well, it could because she's such a fucking freak that nobody, not even the teachers, want to have anything to do with her."
Then they began laughing. At that point I just stopped listening to all the conversations all together and just go to my regular classes.
After school I decided to take a walk because why would I go back to the old orphanage? Nobody likes me there and no one ever adopts me. When they hear my story they just give me a pity stare and then take one of the younger kids. I walked away from all the people that I now hated now that I know that they thought I was a silent freak. I put my hood over my head and let my bangs fall in my face as I took a walk. It was just now that I actually felt that pain of being alone and not liked by anyone. Then suddenly someone pressed some kind of cloth against my face. I kicked and squirmed but I smelled this smell that made me feel drowsy. Soon after the figure pressed the cloth against my face I fell limp and everything went blank.
Slowly, my eyes blinked open. Then my eyes got wide. I turned my head and saw that I was in some sort of laboratory. I tried to get up but then I realized I was strapped to a bed that kind of looked like those beds you have to lay on when you're at the doctor's. I squirmed around but they were strapped around me pretty tight so that I could barley even move.
"She's awake, doc." I heard a voice say.
"Alright. Time to test." Another voice said.
I heard a snap like someone was putting on gloves and then I saw a guys face hover over mine. He had a doctor's mask on and those little hats they always have on.
"What's happening?" I asked him, tears falling out of my eyes.
"Sh, girl. This will only hurt a little bit." The doctor said with amusement in his voice.
Then I felt a prick against my skin and it hurt...a lot. I let out a scream as I felt the chemicals go through my body. I could only hear mumbles over my screams as more needles got injected in my skin, sending more chemicals in my veins. Finally, after what felt like forever the pain suddenly died down. I breathed heavily.
"Wow. Look at her fur...that went better than expected." I heard a voice say.
Fur? What?
I looked down at myself and realized that my hands were furry, like a werewolf.
"But we need to run a few more tests on it...it looks a little bit...weird..." Another voice said.
"Yes, indeed. It does. We'll run some more tests on her later."
When they left my heart was pounding. What are they doing to me?! Tears fell out of my eyes as a sob escaped my mouth. Are they turning me into a werewolf or a dog? Tons of questions skimmed through my mind but one question remained in my mind. Will I ever get out of here or will they kill me? It's not like I have anywhere to go if they let me go I mean, I look like a total freak now. Again, the pulling remained in my mind but now stronger. At the time, I didn't know what it was but I still refused to give in. The only thing I could do now was to wait until they got here again to torture me a little more. I looked around to see if there was anything around me that could get me out of here but there was nothing, unfortunately in my reach. I just laid down my head in defeat. I could definitely not go to sleep now. I felt really stiff and uncomfortable. Then someone came in the door. I looked at the person with fear in my eyes. Not more testing...He looked at me. "Oh wow...they did a lot of testing today..." The person commented.
"What do you want?" I asked him with a snarl.
He looked at me with pity in his eyes. He had hazel eyes and black hair. Unlike the others, he wasn't wearing a doctor mask.
"I'm so sorry they did this to you but it's for a good cause..." He said, kindly.
I glared at him. What right did he have to be so...kind?
He gave a smile. "You must be uncomfortable...Here." He unstrapped my arms and helped me up in a sitting position so I could see around the whole room.
He gave me a wink, "don't tell a soul that I did this, okay? I could get into a lot of trouble."
I gave a nod and stretched out my arms. "What are they doing to me, exactly?" I asked.
"I'm sorry but I can't tell you that..." He said, looking around like he was a drug dealer.
"Alright...you can at least tell me what's going on, right?" I asked.
He gave a sigh. "They don't really have a motive, they just want to try out their chemicals. Right now, it seems they are turning you into part cat." He said.
I cocked my eyebrow. "Cat?" He nodded.
I gave a chuckle. "Well at least I like cats."
I could hear voices in the hallway coming closer.
"Shit." He whispered. Then he began putting me back in my original spot. "If they ask, all I did was ask you some questions." He whispered to me.
I nodded. "I'll be back."
Then he left and doctors gave him a weird look as he stepped out. The doctors came in.
"Well, girlie. Time for more testing." The doctor said with a grin.
After the last needle was injected I laid there, breathing heavily.
"We have to work on the eyes." One voice said.
"Yes, we do. I agree but not now. We'll do it tomorrow and let her have her rest." The other voice said.
"Yes, sir."
Then they left. All I had to do now was pray that the guy would come. Soon after he opened the door and put his head inside.
"Aren't you afraid of getting caught on the security cameras?"
"They only have the security cameras on when someone else isn't in here. I swipe my card and the security camera is off." He explained.
Tears flowed down my cheeks. "They're going to do my eyes tomorrow! They're going to gouge out my eyes!" I sobbed.
He gave me a pity look. "I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do about it..."
Then he pulled up the mattress and unstrapped the top strap so that I could lift my arms. Then he reached in his pocket.
"I know they don't give you very appetizing food so here." He said, handing me a tupperware bowl. I reached out a grabbed it, opening the lid. It had pineapples inside of it.
"I don't know if you like pineapples or not so..."
I shook my head and looked up at him. "Do you have any silverware or plastic spoons?" I asked him.
"Unfortunately, I don't." He said with an apologizing look.
I shrugged and then dug in with my hands, eating every last pineapple slice in the tupperware bowl.
"I never got your name, my name's Luther." He said.
"Caitlin." I said, handing him the tupperware bowl.
"I'm surprised that you're still sane after all this, Caitlin." He said.
"Me too." I said.
"I'm sure your family misses you." He said.
"I don't...have...a family." I said, slowly.
"Oh. I'm sorry." He said, awkwardly.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.
He looked at me. "I don't enjoy seeing little kids go insane or getting tortured everyday unlike some people here. That's the only reason I'm here, and the fact that they force me to stay here because they don't want their laboratory getting found." He explained.
I nodded.
He sighed. "I really must be going, I'm sorry."
"Don't leave!" I pleaded but he shook his head. "I must if I don't want to risk getting found out. Surely, you must understand." He said.
I frowned. Yes, I did understand but I still didn't want him to leave.
"I'm sorry, Caitlin. We'll meet again soon, surely."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Then he fixed back up my mattress and then strapped me up and then left.
Then I decided that I didn't have any more choices on what to do and plus, I was really tired. So, I fell asleep.
I woke up when someone was shaking me.
"Wake up, girlie, it's time for your testing and we can't do it with your eyes closed."
"No!" I screamed as they pulled on my eyelids and snapped them in place so that I couldn't blink. I looked at the doctor and he gave a smile. "Time for the operation." He said. "Unfortunately, we don't have any morphine or any laughing gas so you'll have to sit through the pain."
I screamed as a needle got closer and closer to my eyes. It plunged into my eyes and the pain was so unbearable that I passed out from all the pain.
When I woke up, I saw a pair of eyes looking at me. "Holy shit..." I heard him whisper.
It was Luther. He came to see me again. I looked up at him, curiously. I felt...different in some way. I could hear what was going on outside my doors and I could see clearer and more efficient. His eyes were looking at me, wide.
"I think you need to see this. They usually take things more slow but they did a full operation on you, Caitlin." He said.
I cocked my eyebrow as he held up a mirror. I gasped. I my eyes were green and my pupils were just a straight line, like a cat. There were cat ears sticking out of my head and my face was pretty furry but not a lot. I looked down at my body and my whole body was furry, also like a cat.
"Oh my god..." I whispered.
Luther put the mirror down and looked at me with wide eyes. "Wow..."
I heard someone coming and I perked my ears. "Luther. Someone's coming."
His eyes got wide as he tried to put me back in my original spot but someone bust in through the door.
"Aha! I knew it was you, you bastard!" The guy yelled.
Luther raised up his hands in surrender but the guy went over to him and slit his throat right in front of my eyes. Blood flew out of his neck, going everywhere, even on the guys face. He looked at me with a crazy glare and he strapped me back up, harshly and then stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Tears flowed down my cheeks. Luther...He was the only one that actually kept me from going insane...
Luther...
Suddenly people burst through the door. "What the hell happened?" The guy looked at me. "You know what happened! Tell me what the fuck happened!" He yelled, slapping me across the face.
My eyes went wide. "Th-The-There was a guy...H-he cut his throat while he was asking me questions...out of random he just...barged in, cut his throat and then walked off..." Tears were flowing down my face.
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" He said, slapping me again. "I knew I should have killed you when I had the chance!"
Then he turned away from me and I just looked down at Luther's dead body in defeat.
Luther...
Then the doctor turned towards me with a snarl as he jabbed something into my stomach. I gave a small moan of pain and then everything went black.
"Get here in there!" I heard a voice say.
"Yes, sir. We're trying. She's just so damn heavy."
"I don't care, just get her up there."
I felt drowsy and then my eyes opened slowly. Then my eyes closed again. When my eyes opened again I could hear people talking.
"And now...introducing...The Cat Lady!" I heard an announcer say.
Someone pulled a sheet off of me. I saw many doctors, maybe twenty or thirty. They looked at me in awe. When I realized that they were all looking at me to examine me or buy me to do some sort of testing I snapped. I just felt a snap inside my mind. Everything went black. I could still hear them but I couldn't see them. I felt like I was slowly falling into the blackness and I knew exactly what type of darkness it was.
Insanity.
I didn't fight it anymore. Why should I? I let myself get consumed in it when finally, I was at peace. No more fear. No more guilt. No more loneliness. When I opened my eyes again, a big smile appeared on my face. I was strapped against a bed, like always but this time, my bed was pulled all the way up. I could smell the small amount of fear they had at my smile. I gave a small cackle as my claws came out and I slashed at the straps. My claws sliced through the straps like they were made of butter. I glanced down at them and I could smell their fear getting stronger by the second. Then I took my claws and decapitated the announcer. I heard gasps and screams as his head fell off, blood coming from where his head used to be. Soon, his whole body fell and the microphone made a huge bang as it dropped from his hands. I picked up the microphone and gave a smile.
I didn't say anything for a few moments as they looked up me in delicious fear.
"You will all die tonight." I finally said. "All of you who think that I am fascinating! All of you who didn't even think for one second what pain I have been put through to turn into what I am tonight! So farewell, all of you!" I gave a large cackle and jumped off the stage.
People screamed and ran away from my insanity. I laughed as I jabbed my claws into a doctor's chest until she became limp and then I threw her away from me, trying to catch the others that ran. I laughed and laughed as each one of them died in my hands. All of them will pay for all they have done to me and maybe even others. As the last person died in my hands, I threw them away from me and looked around. Every one of them was brutally murdered. I gave a satisfied smile as I tried to find where they kept me. I went through the doors and then followed my senses to the building where they kept me. Then I burst in through the doors with a huge, murderous smile on my face. Everyone stopped and looked at me and then their eyes got wide as they screamed. With quick swiftness I made my way down the halls. I would save him for last. Then I finally got to his room and I laughed.
"Come out you murderous bastard!" I said, laughing.
Then I burst in the room and the guy that murdered Luther was standing there, a gun pointed at my face. He pulled the trigger and I could see the bullet perfectly and I just leaned my head to the side, the bullet missing me and slamming against the wall. He kept pulling the trigger as I got closer to him and as he stepped back. Every time, he missed. Then he pulled the trigger again, there were no more bullets. His face showed pure fear.
I gave a cruel, insane smile.
"Time to die." I said and then took my claw and shoved it deep in his chest. He let out all of the breath he had left and let out a grunt as the life slowly drained out of him. I shook him off of my hands and looked at him with disgust.
"Nasty mutt." I spat and then walked off.
That is the story of how me, The Cat Lady became insane.
Keep in mind that this is not the end of my story...
It is only just beginning.
