Its all fun and games until someone loses their marbles...
A/N: Me no own, you no sue.
Ravings of a Fevered Mind
Prologue
Certificate of Insanity
Issued by
The Mad-House on Peckham Rye
Case Number : 365
Date of admission: March 13, 1847
First name: Tobias
Last name: Ragg
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Family: Unknown
Occupation: Employed at Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Emporium at 186 Fleet Street, London, England
Brought by whom: Mr. Oakley and Mr. Ingertire of the London Police
Form of insanity: Manic Depression
Suspected causes: Suspected traumatic event may have been abused, suspected alcohol abuse, and/or suspected genetic weakness; may be hereditary.
If suicidal: Yes
If dangerous to others: Yes
If destructive to property: Yes
State of bodily health: Numerous cuts and bruises which are suspected to be self-inflicted.
Marks of violence (if any): Suspected to have murdered Mr. Sweeney Todd of 186 Fleet Street, London, England by slitting his throat with a straight razor and has attempted to brutally attack asylum employees.
Facts on which opinion of insanity is founded: Claims to hear voices, experiences delusions and hallucinations. Claims to see and communicate to people whom are clearly not there. Mainly communicates to someone in which the patient refers to as "mum". Raves of gruesome murders and claims that the meat that was used by Mrs. Nellie Lovett in her pie shop was that of human flesh, which was supplied by Mr. Sweeney Todd. These claims are not verified and are merely put off as ravings of a fevered mind. Experiences numerous panic attacks and night terrors. Experiences boughts of melancholia in which the patient isolates himself for hours, sobbing and muttering to himself. These are interspersed with episodes of aggression in which the patient attempts to harm others as well as himself. Attempted suicide by slitting own throat.
Order signed by:
Dr. J. Fogg
My eyes slowly open as I begin to regain conciseness. As I become more awake, I realize that my head feels like its been run over, and the rest of me feels the same way. I close my eyes and try to remember the last thing that happened to me. I remember blood. Lots and lots of blood. I remember the smell of death that hung heavy in the air. I remember bodies everywhere. They were all dead. I remember a burning smell. The smell of burning flesh. It was mum. Mr. Todd had thrown her into the fire and I had let it happen. I told her nothing was gonna harm her, not while I was around. I start to cry. I let out a few audible sobs as I rock slowly back and forth. I had let my dearest mum die. I could never forgive myself for that. I wish I was the one who was dead.
I remember Mr. Todd. He was holding that beggar woman in his arms. I remember killing him. His blood made a big puddle on the floor. He deserved to die. He killed my mum. A growl of anger admits from my throat.
I remember the straight razor. Cold, silver, deadly. One slash and the demon was dead. Just one slash and I could have been dead, too.
I remember being drug away by some men. I remember screaming and lashing at them the whole time; grabbing at their throats and trying to knock them to the ground.
I open my eyes again and try to figure out where I am. As my eyes become accustom to the gloom, I realize that there are bars on the one lone window in the room and there is a large iron door. I then realize that that I have no use of my arms. I look down to see that I've been put in a straight-jacket. I slowly put the pieces of the puzzle together and realize that I've been locked in an insane asylum.