"Rusted Souls"

Bobby walked and walked, his pectoral muscles still torn open, and bleeding. Tears rushed down his face. They didn't stop. He felt like collapsing to the floor and leaving himself to die. He had nothing left. Everyone he knew and loved were dead, all because of him. How could this happen? He thought. Like he expected, he did collapse. He was weak, faint. Loosing too much blood. He could feel his world crashing down, like a lamp post hit by a car. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

He opened his eyes. He wasn't in the asylum anymore. It was dark. He began to worry. Is this a dream? Am I in Hell? Or is this another test? He thought for a moment. He hoped it was another test so he could just die already. Then he saw something. It was a woman. She looked familiar. He looked closer. The woman... it was Nina!

"NINA!" he cried out to her. He began to run up to her to hug her, until he got close enough to see her face.

Her face was extremely pale, almost white, blood came from her mouth, and her eyes were pure black, with black tears down her face.

He jumped back in horror. This is a nightmare isn't it? He thought. These nightmares... these illusions... He smiled, insanity faintly showing through his rough grin. He then looked up. He noticed blood all down her neck and straight jacket. Then he realized she was still in part of her trap, the small pipes still impaled into her throat.

She stood still. No sound. It freaked him out. He snapped back into reality, and slowly stepped back, staring at her.

This isn't Nina... He realized. This is some... rusted... soul... He turned around. There was another dead person behind him. He screeched and jumped back. He looked at it. This time, it was Suzzane. He screamed in horror at the sight of the small pipes still impaling her mouth and eyes horribly, waterfalls of blood rushing all down her face. He began to cry. Whatever this was, he wanted to get out, desperately. He began to feel even more guilty for their brutal deaths. He felt more insane than ever as these souls were haunting him.

Before he knew it, he was bursting with insane laughter. He looked at the ground. It showed his reflection. He saw his eyes begin to turn black. Pure black. He saw a gigantic grin sit on his face. His eyes, now jet black, began to pour streams of black tears down his face. He didn't scream. No, he was becoming completely insane. He laughed some more. He turned around, still smiling. The souls were getting closer to him. Each time he looked at his reflection, then looked back, the rusted souls were joined with more souls, and they were getting closer to him.

They crept closer... and closer... until they enclosed him. His insane smile turned into an insane frown. He stared at them. He stared at them until he heard screeching. He noticed his sight growing darker and darker, as the screeching grew louder.

He couldn't see anything now. Everything was black.

"Wake up..." He kept hearing. "Wake up, Bobby... You're alright now..."

He woke up with a start. He saw a person in front of him with a surgical suit on, holding a lamp to his face.

I am alive, he realized. I'm in the hospital, but He wanted to die... not live...

But look at the bright side... he thought to himself. You can actually have a reason to live... an actual story to tell...

It's not much... but it's something...