I don't remember when I started going to therapy at Beacon Mental Hospital, I just know I've done it since I was little. Growing up, I hated going to the hospital, and I always found myself begging caretaker not to bring. I hated it there, mostly because I didn't trust the staff, as well as the patients. But my caretaker brushed off my begging and brought me, dragging me through the halls of the hospital.

But lately, I have found myself craving hospital visits. I've been having these horrible night terrors, but I never seem to be able to remember them. As soon as I wake up, all I remember is fire, the smell of something rotting, and a little girl screaming. These started months ago and I've found myself becoming sleep deprived because I don't want to go through the nightmares.

At the moment, I was park just a few feet away from the hospital entrance. My once monthly appointments have now gone weekly, yet I felt like I should be showing up more. The skies were gray and rain was pouring in sheets. No one was o the streets and for some odd reason, something in the back of my head told me that the shops were empty too, even though I doubted that a shop would ever been empty in Krimson City.

I got out and quickly ran to the front gates of the hospital. I pushed them open, the metal creaking before I slipped through and they slammed shut behind me. I ran past the large, metal symbol for the mental facility - a light house, or beacon as the staff would call it - and made my way to the front doors.

I push them open and I greeted with the smell of rubbing alcohol and medicine. There is a quiet chatter in the lobby, with nurses and doctors talking and the very few stable patients either talking with a nurse or doctor or reading a book. One or two of them just sitting there, staring into space.

A nurse that was just passing the entry way turned to me and smiled. "Eva, back for another therapy session? It's been a week already?"

"Yes," I said, smiling back. "Though, to me, it has felt like a month."

"Nightmares still bothering you?" She asked.

"Yeah, I actually haven't really slept this whole week. I feel like I'm going to collapse," I said.

"Well, I hope Jane is helping you," She said.

"She's trying, and I appreciate that," I said. "I'll talk to you later, Mary."

"Hope today makes it better," Mary said.

I smiled before walking through the lobby, going through the set of doors on my right. I walked through the hall and as I made my way to the stairs, I passed a doctor and his patient. Just taking a glimpse at the patient, I recognized him. He's been here as long as I have been coming here, I'm pretty sure. I remember always seeing an albino boy whenever my caretaker took me here. If he was the same boy, I wouldn't be shocked. After changing my therapy sessions to weekly, I've seen the boy a lot. His name is Leslie, if I remember right, and the poor thing looked as sick as ever. I was scared for his well being.

But I didn't say a word and walked past them and as I walked away, I heard Leslie start to repeat, "Red, red, red, red."

I pulled at my hair before taking a glimpse back. The two were still walking, but Leslie seemed to be shaking a little.

'Hope I didn't cause any harm just by my permanence,' I thought before heading up to the second floor.

I navigated through the hallways before I finally stopped at the correct door. I knocked twice, heard Jane invite me in, and I waltz in to the small office.

"Eva, welcome back. Go ahead and get yourself comfortable," Jane said. She motioned for me towards the couch and I sat down, knowing that if I laid down, I would most likely pass out.

"Still having the nightmares?" Jane asked, pulling out her note pad and pen.

"Yes, I doubt they're going to go any time soon," I admit.

"Why is that?" Jane asked.

"You said that my nightmares is linked to a moment in my life, but I have no memories of fires, screaming girls, and especially that horrid smell that I can't get rid of," I said. "I don't think I'm ever going to find out! I haven't gotten any sleep in days, and I feel like collapsing. I just want it to stop!"

"It will, Eva," Jane said. "We'll figure it out toge-"

Screams broke through the air, and I froze. Jane stopped before getting up and walking over to her desk. She pulled a walkie talkie out of a drawer and called in, "What is happening? You've scared my patient."

"Somethings not right, this man, he's killing everybody. He isn't a patient, I don't even think he's human. He's-" The call was interupted my screaming and suddenly, the man that was calling in yelped and gargled, and my head knew that he was most likely gargling up his blood.

Jane paled before she looked up at me. "Under the desk, now," She demanded and I quickly got up and moved over to the desk, trying not to make noise. She pulled me under the desk and she got under as well. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

'Am I going to die here?' I thought. 'Am I never going to get an answer about my nightmares?'

Outside, I hear popping, then multiple thuds. No one came in though. I prayed no one would. My head started to spin and I believe my head had just shut off on me. It isn't until Jane is pulling me that I seem to realize that someone had came in.

He said he was a detective and that there was help outside and to go there. My head felt fuzzy, and couldn't really comprehend all that was leaving his mouth. I just assume there was help outside since that was where Jane was dragging me to.

The lobby was a murder scene. Literally. Bodies scattered the floor and blood painted the furniture, floor, and walls. As we pass the door, I see Mary's body among the other bodies, her eyes droopy and dead. A cry of agony sprung through my throat before Jane dragged me through the door.

Outside was hell, to put it lightly. Everything outside was falling apart. It was the apocalypse in action. My head started to get worse, and the fire wasn't making it any easier. There seemed to be fire everywhere. It felt like my stomach was going to drop.

" Jane! Get in!"

I'm being pulled again and I just glance over to see Leslie and his doctor, along with another girl in an ambulance, right outside the hospital gate. My gaze shoots back to all the fire around and my head feels horrible. In a flash, my fuzzy head goes to it feeling like my skull is being ripped open. I want to just stop and curl up, but Jane pulls me towards the ambulance.

Once inside, I drop and grab my head. I remember the fire. It surrounded me and it was so sudden. The field was ablaze in seconds.

'Wait, field?' I thought. 'What field?'

My head shut down again and it isn't until I hear a crash do I finally come back to reality and see that we're driving and just got away from being impaled from some building equipment. I thought that would be the worst, but the next instant, we slipped through a crack and-

'Holy shit the city is moving,' I though as I look back, seeing the bus collapse as it was ripped in two.

The rest of the drive is calm and by the time we get to the outskirts of the town, everything was calm, yet destroyed.

"Eva, you okay?" Jane asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I think there's something wrong with my head."

"What do you mean?" Jane asked.

"My head shut down twice, and before the second time, for an instant, I was in a field that was lit of fire," I said. "And the-"

I never got to finish my sentence when the ambulance suddenly rammed into the wall. In a flash, we were suddenly floating in mid air, and I fear Leslie yell out, "Fall!"

I realized we were falling.

In the next instant, we landed and the impact knocked me out.

I didn't get to tell Jane that with the burning field, the smell of something rotting was strong and I heard a faint voice whisper something about sunflowers.