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Gilbert let one of his eyes flutter open softly, where was he? Light shone brilliantly, yet softly through the thin, dainty, dark curtains that hung on the side of the wall gently flowing in the light breeze, almost as if they were dancing on the soft air that made its presence in the room. The room was small and quaint, there wasn't much to look at other then a small side table with a note, and an area with a few chairs. How long had he been here, and why was he here? He didn't remember anything from the day before, or anything from before at all... his name, that was Gilbert, right? A small voice that remained idle in his head snickered, he jumped, what was that? It wasn't his own thought, was it his own thought, no... it was more a twisted, dark, menacing thought. Meant to torment him, let him suffer in his own mind, in the guilt that may have not existed unless- What? He sat up grabbing his head and wincing, his eyes stung and his head swam in a dark, swirling manner. It stopped, he looked up jumping at what he saw, blood. Slowly, silently dripping down through the dark cracks in the wall, it dripped down onto his head and he looked up seeing the giant mass of flesh pulsing on the ceiling above him. His heart rate quickened with the condoling darkness... darkness? He didn't notice the strange addition to the twisted mindset running through his head. Paranoia. The dark red Crimson clouded his vision, his breathing picking up, unti-
"Oh! You jumped, I'm sorry did I scare you?..." A person said bursting through the heavy metal door,
"but showing any sign of emotion would be a good thing..." She then whispered under her breath as the room had flashed back to normal as if nothing had ever happened. Calm. That is what he felt as he relaxed, the girl walked over to him with a clipboard.
"Ok, it seems that the headmaster has prescribed a new medication for you, in other news we seem to have someone who could possibly be related to you! Do you remember anything before, the uh... Incident..." She then continued, Gilbert thought for a moment, did he remember anything? He shook his head, swinging his legs over the side of the bed in order to face the person better. She looked over at him with a bit of a sideways glance, he wanted to ask a question but...
"Is something wrong?" The woman asked drawing nearer only slightly, Gilbert nodded slowly looking down. You can't tell her anything! a voice sneered in his head laughing hysterically. Scared. He looked back up, his pupils dilated slightly, and his vision blurred for a moment, his head pounded, thumping wildly against his skull. The woman was suddenly infront of him, she grabbed his face focusing his eyes on her's.
"Can you speak?" she asked keeping his attention focused on her, he shook his head no, he didn't think he could talk... Had he tried before? Maybe he had, maybe he had never been able to talk... The woman let go of him and sighed. Calm, tired. He yawned quietly, the other noticed smiling softly.
"You should sleep, we have you set up for a meeting later today," she said scribbling some nonsense down on a clipboard. He nodded slowly laying back again and sighing, I'll bother you later, the voice said fading away, had that voice always been there? The door closed and the woman was gone, he almost felt like... he knew... her... Asleep.
The breeze blew softly across his face, lips moving, but no sound. Faint piano music played in the background, he knew this music... From somewhere? He didn't remember, and it hurt to try. He focused back on the person, it wasn't him... Who was it? He had never seen the person before, or maybe he had. The person wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer, his lips moved again, he smiled. This person was more fimiliar then the woman from before, but who was he? His eyes blurred again, the person beside him became frantic, everything changed, it was dark and desolate. The ground was a dark muddy gray, the light around him was dull. He noticed something above him, the bloodied flesh was once again with him, but what was it? He slowly reached up to touch it, more blood stained his hand red, he almost had it-
He jolted up, his breath came in gasps and sweat clung to his body. Scared. He tried to control his breathing, slowly calming himself down. Calm. He sat up, he was still in the same room, but what was with that dream? It could have possibly been a memory, but he couldn't quite tell. He looked over toward the wall, a crack? Yes a crack, a crack running down the wall, it hadn't been there before... He remembered that much, he noticed the note again, last time he hadn't had the chance to read it. He gently reached out and took the note, it was very short, and didn't seem to have much of a point but...
Dear Gilbert Beilschmidt,
I would like to personally welcome you to the Rosemary asylum, you are here because of a recent incident. Do not fear though, we will take good care of you, we may be performing different forms of treatment over the course of your stay, no malfunctions will be permanent I assure you that.
Sincerely,
Headmaster, Alfred F. Jones
Malfunctions? He wondered what sorts of 'malfunctions' he meant by that, and so he was right when thinking his name was Gilbert. He hummed quietly placing the note back on the side table, he looked back over to the crack, then toward the door. The woman from before had mentioned something about a meeting, he might not have much time... He would check it out later. He stood up slowly, wobbling a bit, he hadn't walked in, possibly a long time. He smiled to himself regaining his balance. Happy. He looked back over at the crack in the wall, maybe... No, later, the door swung open again. Startled. He jumped slightly backing up and falling back onto the bed. It was the woman from before,
"Good you're awake!" She said happily, he looked up at her.
"If you'll follow me we can go and meet the person I was mentioning earlier," she then continued walking over to him. He stood up again, excited about meeting this person, what if it was someone he knew? What if he remembered something. The woman walked out of the room, he followed after her into a dark hallway, Gilbert looked around curiously. There were a few patients in the hallway, some were restrained by masks, and straight jackets, but others were just out in the open, no one was really tending to them, there were a few people around but for the most part the mass majority of them were left alone. The woman finally stopped at a doorway, unlocking it and motioning to him to follow her in. He walked into the room, it was very similar in most aspects, and the lady followed him in closing the door. The light in the room was faint, he looked over, there was a tall blond man over on the other side of the room. He looked up at the two, Gilbert's eyes widened, no it couldn't be... But it was, it was the same person from his dream. The other's cold ice-blue eyes gazed upon him, he almost felt as if they could see right through him.
"Do you know this person?" The woman asked him quietly, he nodded slowly. He did know this person, he knew he did, but who was it?