Escape

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I wake up in a dark room, It’s cold, and I feel dazed and a bit confused. I feel a mask of leather on my face with three slits near the mouth and two for breathing through my nose.

—Wh-Where am I…?

I begin to breath heavily. My vision begins to come back to me. I see a blank white room, as If I were inside a white box. As I look up I notice a small metal door on the right of the wall in front of me. I look up and see a large window seeing into a dark room. I notice a harridan-like lady holding a clipboard and staring at me in disgust.

I hear a faint voice in my head, “You’re insane…” It says. “Remember how you got here…”

I notice a knife stuck in a crack of the window seeing into the dark room. I crack a small grin under the mask, making sure the lady doesn’t see. The knife should’ve been removed before a new patient arrives into the room. But lucky for me, the human race Is idiotic.

But before I begin to concoct a plan, it all comes back to me. I remember why I’m here!

Here goes…

It had been a terrible day, and I was just starting to make friends in this state. Here in Arizona, I live in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Just the perfect location for the perfect shock I was going to put upon the town. I had been in depression for the many things the people in this town have done to me. I’d been assaulted, beaten, and mugged several times. So why don’t I just move to another place? Because that very town is in the middle of nowhere for a reason. It’s a community made up of abandoned homes and dead bodies. It used to be a town, but is no longer. The government, they think we’re insane in this community. They think they can take our lifestyle away from us, they say we can’t live here. And once you try to leave, everyone thinks you are just leaving to tell the government where we are. So they can bring us out, and take us to shelters, and treat us like dogs.

But we’re not only taking illegal action, we’re all insane. Which makes it even worse. We’re the ones who have escaped from prison, and escaped from the mental hospitals. We’ve created a community together. But we’re also idiots, we’re mentally unstable and we live with people just like us with no supervision. But we can’t stand being locked up.

So one day I stepped out of my shack, knife in hand, with a wide smirk plastered across my face. And door to door, I just attacked everyone. And by the time I realized it, the entire town was gone. Except for the only man in town who owns a gun. I stared blankly at him for a few moments, and I began to run fast and far. I heard thousands of voices in my head as I ran, until I had reached the edge of the city. I was a complete mess.

And with my incredible charm they scored me a spot in an asylum. But the rest is all a blur. I look at the disgusted lady once more, and I notice her getting up to take a break. So I begin to bounce in my chair, up and down repeatedly until the knife sticking out from the glass falls to the ground. I scoot out of the chair and fall with a thud onto the floor, longing to escape. And I find a way to. So I reach my foot toward the knife and hold it between two toes. It makes my toes ache, so I let go of it.

Then I think of it. I use my mouth to grab the knife by its helve. And I bend my neck downward, using the blade to cut the first few ropes. I start to breath heavily, realizing I can.

—That feels much better…

I squirm a bit to loosen the ropes a bit more, and suddenly they begin to slide off of me. My hands are free. I then grab the knife and move the blade towards my neck.

—Now I can escape. Now I can meet the voices in my head. I can once again be sane.

And with a deep breath, I press the sharp blade against my neck, blood gushing out and dripping down my white gown. It stains quickly, and I push the tip of the knife deeper into my neck.

It is done.