InSaNiTy - Prolouge


"Tell me what's wrong."

...1 "I hear voices...like...like whispering. Like they're whispering..." I trail off as I found comfort in the dull humming off the light above.

"Mhmm...anything else?"

...2 "Faces," I paused as it flashed in my head. "Faces of a girl. A teenager." I stopped, waiting for him comment on what I've said. I was met with silence and I took it as a sign to continue.

...3 "I-I feel like I know her. Like I've known her all my life..." I pulled on the end of my black and white skirt and hooked the heel of my hand on my knee as I hunched over slightly. "She's always watching." She's watching right now. I can feel her eerie presence, the scent of death and pain that always hung heavily in the air when she's there. The clump that stops air cirrculation in my throat.

...4. I broke down in tears. My nuerotic and anxiety traits not exactly helping with my problems. I wiped away the continuous waterfall on my cheeks as if it'll actually help. I'm scared and depressed and angry. She stalks me. She hurts me emotionally without even batting an eye. Every turn I make, she's there. Why? Why!? WHY WON'T SHE JUST GO AWAY!?

I hadn't realized I screamed the last part until I felt my knees hit the ground and a hand on my shoulder as the door slammed open. The hand left and I was pulled into warm, sweet softness. The scent of lavender mixed with cherry invaded my nostrills and I clutched onto the body, seeking the warmness and calmness it brought with it. Karin. My sister. My savior, my bliss.

She's like my guardian angel. I don't sense her when she's around. My tears soon became non-existent, the only proof that it was there was the wet trails staining my cheeks. I looked up feebly at her and I saw that she was trying to hold in her own tears - judging from the glazed sparkle in her eyes.

"Save me...protect me...help." Those words seemed to be the trigger as her tears broke the barrier and spilled down her face, smudging the make-up and mascara.

"Está bien...está bien."

I loved it when she spoke our mother's language. Especially when she whispered sweet nothings to calm my jumpy nerves. Her voice held a slight flirty-sterness in it, accompanying it was an air of...care-free bliss. She's so comforting.

Karin sat down a glass of water next to my plate and took her seat between her boyfriend, Koda, and myself. I joined my hands and bowed my head. After our traditional prayer before all meals, we dug in. I felt full yet I ate nothing for the whole day except some crackers to go with my medication this morning. I pushed the brocolli around with my fork and laughed silently at my silent musings. Koda sent an amused glance at me - which I caught with a smile - and Karin just stared at me with a frown. Broccoli was my favourite vegetable and I usually ate it before eating anything on my plate. I've got to much on my mind to eat. I allowed the lingering smile to fade from my lips and I put down my fork.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just not in the mood to eat."

Karin sighed and looked down at her half empty plate."Okay, you may be excused. But you gotta eat something for your pills and you know that. You're already thin as it is and your underweight..." I began tuning her out; I wasn't in the mood for that either.

I slid out the chair and bid Koda a goodbye before walking up the stairs to my room. I did a doubletake as I closed my door. Anxiety. It's irritating. I've managed to control it much better over th-

"Wo-AUGH!" I screamed - in the middle of it accidentally kicking my foot on the dresser - and fell to the floor. She-she's back! N-no! I swear, this is getting to out of hand now. With all these hallucinations. They feel so real...like she went straight through me but didn't come out. She invaded my body, I feel my heart rate speed up and fiery-red heat washed over my body as I was blinded with immense pain. It felt like...oh gosh...like my body was...was being broken. All bones were slowly being cracked - or at least I thought so.

A blood-curling scream ripped through my throat, so loud I swore I woke up the neighbours. The sound of footsteps racing up the hallway and my door being slammed open were the last few things I heard before everything went black - a dull ringing in my ears.

At that point in time, I remember seeing her eyes. Those bloody eyes. Shifting constantly - I've observed - to the colour of her mood. This time it was red. So demonic looking but yet it looked so beautiful with her cat eyed slits. Anger and hatred swam in those, for all I know, fake eyes. I also saw a pinch of something I thought to be madness.