Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

This'll be your new room, son. The heavy metal door clicked open, a rush of warm air running over his ankles as they pushed him over the threshold. Like sneaky little bunnies, rubbing up against you in all their furry innocence when really- You'd do good for yer'self if you play nice now. The bag was removed from his head. Immediately Red shut his eyes. White, white so blinding white. Dear Gott, was he Dead ?! Don't do anything funny to the nice people trying' to help ya, and the doc might just be a li'll lenient with yer pills. Pah! Of course he wasn't dead There weren't irksome accents, and aggravating old men threatening pills in Heaven. Silly. Slate grey eyes opened slowly and leveled against the security guard's. He tried to move his tounge, tell the burly man he'd rip out his spleen if he didn't stop yammering, but the muscle stuck thick to the roof of his mouth. Oh? Oh fuck no. Fists clenched in the cuffs behind the madman's back as he took in his current situation. They had the audacity to drug him ! The bastards. Him When he had been so close to glorious escape. His hands relaxed, and he lent against the second guard who held his lean frame propped up. Red sniffed, mournfully looking down and away from the man who was spewing what protocol was mandatory. Not to grieve the nurse he had stabbed, nor the pervious doctor that he had almost blinded, but that faint glimpse of the sky. Beautiful -And there's ya toilet.. You shit anywhere not in that, you'll be cleaning it up with yer shirt. Un-der-stand? Was that buffoon still talking? Why were they here? Disrupting the tranquility of his lovely white-washed room At least it was better than the stuffy mental ward with those sickening nurses coming and going, doctors prodding and poking. Pretty spacey. MHhrrgghghghah. Red managed, opening his mouth wide and raising his eyebrows. The guards must have been offended by the news, as he was yanked towards the small bed attached to the right wall of the room, and forced to sit. Not that he really refused his legs still felt like they were filled with gelatin from whatever sedative he had been given. Listen, ya basket case. The man bent to glare into Red's eyes, a scowl twisting up the old grizzled face. Red sat quietly, twiddling his thumbs behind his back. These metal binds were getting rather uncomf- You may act like yer touched or whatnot, but somin' me an the boys think different. Ah? You talked all mighty fine and proper up at yer hearing, so I find it hard to think ya stupid. Red nodded, shrugging up a shoulder. The simple man wasn't wrong, but that was the difference between the mentally retarded and the insane. He was insane, previously stuck in a mental ward hence the recent change of scenery. You pull another stunt like yer last one, an I'ma get me a chunk of yer flesh, jus like you cut off of dear Ms. Mally. Mally, was that her name? What a stupid name. Fitting for a stupid woman. She had been fun. Obviously the guard didn't understand. Red tried a different tactic. Urgurururrg. Slap. Eheheheh. Nope Didn't work. Red's head bowed down towards his knees as he felt the rough tugging at his wrists. The handcuffs were released. Only after the sound of boots clumping out of the room ceased did Red raise his head. A smile plastered on his face, he drew a finger away from his lip to find it a tint bloody. The man had a hefty backhand. All that for telling you the slut had asked me for it? He chuckled, eyes whipping over to the door that had swung shut only moments before. They'd hang a sign on it, just like on his previous bed. Evander Riis. Male. 20. Blood type, medicine, condition, psychotic breaks, history The works. He would have flung himself against the metal to protest his lab-like captivity, but the fuzziness in his head and limbs told him he'd eat cement before he got halfway across the room. Come to think of it, I wonder what it tastes like. No wait- not cement Red's eyes narrowed as he studied the floor carefully. It was some of that new stuff- almost rubbery in texture, like spilled latex paint. Mm. Easy clean-up for the maid if he made a mess. Red set his mouth in a grim, dissatisfied line, flopping backwards on the bed. At least the grey cotton clothing didn't itch, and the room was heated so he wouldn't freeze No more nurses to bring him tea. Oh well. He lay there, humming and staring at the ceiling until the lights flickered off. Red's humming cut off in a choke as he sat up immediately- disoriented. Grey eyes searching for any sort of light after being subject to the cold, burning bright whiteness of the lit room. It must be curfew.. A faint yellow light flickered on, near the alcove that lead to his toilet. Red sighed with relief, standing. It cast just enough light to illuminate the windowless room to a degree. Carefully he made his way from the bed to the small table in the middle of the room. The drugs had worn off almost completely, but his bare feet were still shaky and his stride precarious. Pulling out the single chair with a flourish, Red sat promptly. He ran a hand over the white-painted wood with a smile, before lacing his fingers together and staring at the door. Why, this is nice Nice room He paused, realizing his tongue was moving again. You've locked me away here forever, now have you? His questions were directed at the metal door's meal-slot, though there would most probably be no one on the other side to open it. I'm not sorry, you understand. You all had it coming Liars and thieves and beggars please. No better than the wretches you served. Red hissed, his fingers digging painfully into the backs of his palms. Do you hear me? The man's pitch rose through clenched teeth. Let me- LET ME OUT! He roared, standing and slamming his hands down onto the table. Still Finally, Red broke his paralysis and moved, sighing. He toppled the chair, shuffling back to his new bed with it's pristine white sheets. Curling up on it, he ran his hands through the short locks of his brown hair, freshly washed from his recent shower. Red bit his thumb. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to slow his breathing. Why why why why why why why why.. He didn't try to explain it to himself again. It took far too much effort and time. He only had all night after all. And all the nights to come.