The Asylum - Chapter 4

the lights flickered away, fading into darkness and I am left alone again. Why did this always happen? The bathtub is uncomfortable, but it is to be my bed for the night. I can't leave, not until it has gone. The pitch black of the bathroom is a strange comfort to me, the only noise is an occasional muffled shriek of another patient and the sound of my only friend softly soothing me with his words. That voice, that musical voice, it is the only thing left of the outside world that remains a comfort to me. It is farmiliar, and far more real than the smiles on the nurses who try to persuade me to believe the contrary. I have previously mentioned my sinking into insanity, now I fear it has actually happened. The enemies in my dreams no longer remain there. They slip into reality and follow me round my daily life, whispering horrid remarks in my ear throughout my entire waking day. It is something I cannot bear for much longer. The razorblade lying on the sink beckons me, shall I give in? The people waiting outside my door cry tha I should, that I need to give up now. I slowly walk across to the glittering tool I shall end my life with, my entire life flashing before my eyes. I reach out to take the knife, my hands shaking with the hitching sobs that escape my lips. Tears slide slowly down my face, I'm almost there now. A few more inches and my life will be over...