After my outbreak, the police immediately began to tear up the floorboards. What they found, they would never forget, oh no, they certainly wouldn't. They found the disembodied corpse of the old man. I felt no regret. Their faces formed the look of true terror.
"I tell you! I'm not crazy! I am not mad!" I sprung to my feet and thought that I saw the eye on the youngest officer's face. I launched myself at him, attempting to gouge out his evil eye. The other officers pulled my arms, trying to remove me. They failed. "I must rid myself of his appalling eye!"
I turned and smiled at the officers. The deed had been done. I launched myself directly at them, but they caught me mid flight. One forced my arms behind my back. Handcuffs enclosed my wrists. "You can not stop me! I must destroy the eye! You can't do this!"
And without a word, so silently, they dragged me to the car stationed outside the house. I still grinned widely, hoping they would gaze upon my face. Very forcefully, they pushed my body into the car. With the same smile, I peered out the window at citizens walking by. Each person looked away as we passed. "Where are you taking me?" I suddenly asked.
"To where people like you belong," was his only response. A few minutes later, a tall building appeared. The front gates had a sign with a single word: ASYLUM. The officers pulled me out and hauled me into the place. A man in a white coat put me into a straightjacket; my arms were completely locked into place. They let me walk into a cell with at least 10 other men. I gazed at each one for a few seconds. None of them looked as sane as me. I turned to look at the man in the white coat, but he was gone
I had no idea what the time was, but I could assume But a glimpse from the window seat in the car, that it was around midnight. All the workers would be asleep at this hour.
I took three steps in 90 degree increments, until I was facing the men. All was normal, oh how calm, until I noticed, something strange in each man. I swear, I am not crazy, or seeing things, but each man had a evil eye.
Suddenly, I felt an urge. A predominant urge. One that was so strong I could not overcome it. The eye!- oh yes the eye! That was bothering me so much! I struggled with all my might, pulled as hard as I could. OW! My arms hurt, but I did not give up, the eye. Focus on the eye, oh the motivation. Pull, and pull, and PULL, AND PULL, AND PULL… I was free. I was no longer scared of the evil eye anymore… I killed them all.
Maybe that officer was right. Maybe I do belong here. Maybe I am mad.
But aren't we all?
