Sombre Thoughts

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November 2018

The Others

Where do you draw the line on madness? How do we truly know when one is insane? I was normal once. I went to school, I went to parties, I fell in and out of love, I lived life to the fullest, but now I’m trapped. Trapped in this room, alone. Nothing but four pale walls surround me.

I sit on a clean bed with cream sheets, along with a pillow and a blanket neatly displayed upon it. A faucet stands before me. As I drink the cold water, accompanied by my medication, I feel a chill run down my spine. Such a disgusting taste.

The usual smell of stew brewing lingers in the damp air. It’s the same meal every day, so bland. The nurse arrives a 4pm sharp every day to give me my shot. After all this time, it still hurts. They say it is supposed to help me, but it always makes me feel worse.

I’d feel better if I could move around more, but the icy chains that bind me to my bed don’t allow me. They told me the stay was only temporary. They lied. I’ve been in this prison for three years.

Every night I lie in bed. I fall asleep to the hysterical laughter of The Others. The others like me. Their screams taunt me, slowly pushing me further into insanity. I was 14 when I was put into this god-forsaken place. Now I feel as though I am drowning, struggling to breathe. The more I struggle, the further down I go. I’m living in my worst nightmare.

Three years ago I was put into Heaven’s Stay Asylum for the Mentally Disturbed. They told me that three years ago I murdered my family.

My name is Veronica and I am a murderer. I belong with The Others.

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

I'm in so much pain and no amount of drugs can take it away.

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

The Unknown

What do we truly apprehend about the monsters and demons we fear so profusely? We assume they are all soulless beasts with no no emotions, but is it true?

The dark woman from the sea, Adriana, is the most feared and relentless of all the demons. Her name suits her well. She resides in The Unknown.

I always heard the ear-aching, teeth-grinding screams of her victims. She is the true master, the one who is to be feared above all else. No human and no demon could stand against her. She always dressed in the same, tired gown. She was only seen wearing a long, black, silk gown. Her nails were painted black, to match her raven hair.

For every kill she made, she let out a scream. A scream of joy.

Rain fell into The Unknown. It battered my back and shoulders. I felt each blow, the next worse than the last. The rain trickled down my face and into my mouth. Even the rain tasted bitter, bitter like Adriana. I always felt cold, perhaps this place matches the temperature of her heart. The smell of blood always lingered in the air. Blood polluted the river that ran beside me.

I felt distraught, for I knew I was next to feel Adriana’s wrath. I, the mere slave of death, could feel her coming toward me, her hatred and fury followed. I knew as I looked into her blood-shot eyes that I had met my maker.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

I wish I had no troubled her. How could I have been so careless? Maniacal laughter filled the air. Her screams were the last sounds I heard.

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

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