Bedlam
Prologue
...And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control...
Hysteria Muse.
The petite figure screamed, throwing herself onto the floor and writhing around. She clawed at her face, dragging her nails downwards against her marble skin.
Lost of coherent thought, she snarled and growled at her captivity. Throwing herself against the wall again, she sank into a crouch, glaring at the opposite wall.
Shrieking yet again she stumbled backwards, startled by her own actions and the own sounds erupting from her throat.
Pulling at her hair the young being's chest heaved up and down.
Silence filled the room again.
Four blank white walls surrounded her, not a window or door on any one of them. There was no escape from this place.
The girl was considered a freak in her village – her crazed eyes were enough to scare anyone away.
She was psychotic, mental – according to her own family.
"Lock her away and throw away the key," her father had said.
So the girl was thrown into the "institution" only to be locked away and never seen again.
Nobody worked at this place, not a soul was in the vicinity apart from the young girl.
The girl had no language, no motions and no knowledge. She knew nothing of the outside world from being shut up at such a young age.
She had never had any encounter with another person in her recollection.
But somebody had found her.
Somebody had killed the girl with no name.
And yet, she wasn't dead.
She was very much alive.
She had been burnt alive for seven days and night, nearly cracking the girls will to cling onto life and just give up.
But we all know that even if she wanted to give up, she wouldn't have died anyway.
Because she was changing, into something foreign that even this girl could understand.
Awakening from the transformation had been gruesome.
Shrieks and snarls bouncing off of the perfect walls.
She had felt power, possession of something other than just existence.
But overall she felt weaker, the burning in her throat stumping her actions.
It wasn't until she had nearly starved of the lack of this substance she craved that she tried to escape.
But being too weak, she was unable to escape.
That was, until two of the walls simultaneously broke down.
She was crazed.
She was frenzied.
This was bedlam.
Please be warned, this is just giving a little insight into our dear friends life. More will be explained.