Remember Me

by DianaWilson2018

Everyone has a breaking point, and Juliette Ferrars has reached hers. For the 17 years of her life, her mind and sanity have slowly decayed and after nearly a year in the asylum, Juliette is nearly broken. Now, Juliette has escaped. She has a destination, and she is determined to make it there. Can Juliette can escape what she has become? Can she remember her old self?

1. Chapter 1 – Demons in my Head

Juliette's POV

I'm not insane they're wrong about me I don't belong here let me out walls are closing in ink is moving head foggy I'm trapped somebody help me why am I here why am I cursed oh God help me they're talking to me don't want to hurt anyone didn't mean to kill him

Juliette Ferrars, seventeen years old, was crouched in the center of the cell, face buried in her hands as she cried softly.

I can't do anything anymore. The voices in my head are getting louder and louder as each torturous second passes. They're screaming now, screaming at me to break free from this cell and kill everything that moves, but I don't want to. The demon inside of me is banging, trying to force me to let it out, but I won't. I don't want to kill anyone. I beg the voices to stop, pleading and crying, but this makes them even louder as they mock me and tell me to kill myself, screaming "do it do it do it!" over and over for hours on end until I break down and sob uncontrollably.

Whenever I close my eyes, all I see is that poor little boy, screaming as I hold his hands, pulling and kicking until he falls limp and stops moving. I can see it happening on every reflective surface in the cell — my water, the cup holding it, even that damn window. There are decomposing body parts in my food, dark silhouettes in the halls and showers, filled with cruel laughter and the angry voices of my parents teachers and classmates. I always feel hands touching me and screams of agony.

I have barely gotten any sleep at all during the 264 days I've been here, I haven't showered in a little over a month, and I haven't eaten anything for the past week. I've become a ghastly white bag of bones with hollow cheeks, haunted, sunken eyes with dark, almost black bags underneath them, tangled, dirty hair obscuring parts of my face.

What has this horrible place done to me?!

I want nothing more than to die. I don't deserve to live after everything I've done. I'll never be able to live a normal life and I'll always be nothing but a threat. My only release is death. My death is the only assurance to all those innocent people the monsters in my head scream at me to kill that they will be safe from me. My life has been a living hell since the day I first opened my eyes.

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Leaving wouldn't be such a bad idea, would it?

Juliette looked up as the door opened, staring at the door for a long while before standing up and stumbling into the halls, malnourished and exhausted body barely even supporting her legs as she pulled herself along. Juliette had a destination, and it wasn't the showers.