Chapter Seven
Insane
There were so many thoughts that raced through my head that night. It was impossible to even think about getting any sleep, not after what I had just been through. I stood, eventually taking control of my sanity, and started pacing around the cell. Just thinking of the most simple and successful way, that would get me out of this inferno. The easiest has already been tried. But if I had just that single chance of getting away with it again; I would. I continued to pace in my cell, just thinking of every possible way. But I could not think of any. All I could do was wait the perfect moment.
I lied down in defeat; my mind giving up all hope of escaping. I let my guard down and shook in horror when I heard more screaming. Though I should have been used to it. A new patient came into the ward, a girl with a similar case to mine; the usual "I'm not insane" one that is. Though, I guess partly she was. She had some disorder that made her have sudden out bursts where she would do something beyond imaginable; that is for those whom live outside these walls. I watched in fear for her as they pushed her struggling body into the cell across from mine. I could tell her soul was in worse pain than mine; I wanted to help her. If I was going to escape; so was she.
I don't know where she was the next morning for breakfast; I guess she wasn't ready to come out yet. Not that I blame her, I wasn't either. Though I didn't have a choice what I was to do. The breakfast was just the usual sludge, and it made it even worse when I had no one to talk to; but having no one to talk to became so usual for me, it was just bad every day. Later, I was placed in yet another interview room. It was now my second encounter with the witch. I hadn't been to see her since my first day here. I guess that's because I wasn't really here. She was going to intrude my deepest thoughts, while I was going to try my hardest to stop her. I sat down in the empty room, counting the seconds till my fait. There she was, just walking through the door. Her beady eyes were staring at mine once again; filling them with her ill diseased thoughts. I felt sick, I wanted to scream, and I wanted to run. But I wouldn't, I would simply bite my tongue and block her out. She would never get to me; not like she did in our first encounter. She would not make me break apart; I would make her tear in half. She sat down across the table from me; still staring at me. I stared back and she could tall I wasn't going to give in; not without a fight. She lifted her note book and pen out of her bag and began writing. "Now, Annabel. We've had quite a few escape plans from you over the week; how badly do you want to escape? You know by now that it is far better in here than at home; surely you must know". I didn't answer; I didn't want to. Her voice ran down my spine once again, just begging me to speak. I wouldn't give in, not that easily. I spoke, but not the reply she wanted. I told her I did want to escape; but not why. I told her it was not better; but making me insane; I could become quite capable of anything. Her eyes widen with my last word; anything. She knew I would; that I could. With a small laugh to shake away the fear of me striking at any moment she continued "We only want the best for you" … She was sweet talking me … "If you be good, we can move you back to your original cell; almost as free as can be. Though, your treatment will become a lot more serious". I needed treatment? No, I didn't need any treatment, if anyone did; it was her.
After what seemed once again; for ever, I was taken back to my original cell. All it took was a few fear striking words. I was surprised. But ever so proud of myself. Janet came back to see me. But this time it was with a younger girl; the one I saw near the padded cells. She was brought to a normal cell, and she wanted someone to talk to. "We thought you would be the best patient to help our Grace". I felt a smile grow on my face. Finally I wouldn't be alone.
Day Eight
Friend or Foe
Moments passed, and I was eager