I was woken by the lights overhead coming on.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Time to get up, Gabriel," the lady from the front desk said.
"No," I said.
"Time to get up," she repeated.
"No," I said again.
She came over to me and yanked the covers off of me.
"Hey!" I said.
"Up," she said pointing to the door.
I got up and trudged to the door.
She followed me.
"Can you let me out of this thing now?" I asked.
She sighed and let me out of the strait jacket.
"Thank you," I said rubbing my stiff shoulders.
She nodded and led me from the room.
I followed her out, rubbing and rolling my shoulders back.
She led me to the cafeteria.
I sighed as I went and got my food. It was a quiet breakfast; thank God nobody tried to hit me with another pitchfork.
I sighed as the people ushered us back to our rooms. Today was going to be another long and bad day. I just had a feeling…
I had heard a rumor that the doctor was coming to check on the people here today. Yeah I know that I shouldn't listen to rumors, but almost everyone was talking about it. They could be wrong, but I wanted to prepare myself. Just in case.
Sure enough, soon after I had gone back to my room the lady from the front desk came to my door and said, "The doctor is here to see you, Gabriel."
I tried not to cringe as the doctor came into my room.
He wasn't a big guy, but he looked pretty fit. He had one blue eye and the other eye looked white. The white eye was darting back and forth all the time looking throughout the room, while the blue eye focused on me.
"Hello Gabriel," he said. "I am Doctor Alan."
"Hi," I said quietly squirming in my seat.
He took a seat across from where I was sitting on my bed.
I waited for him to speak.
"Can you tell me why you're here, Gabriel?" he asked.
I scowled at the wall.
He nodded and wrote something on a piece of paper. "Just tell me what you know."
I shook my head.
He sighed. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."
"Maybe I don't want your help," I muttered.
He wrote something else on the paper. And then he started muttering. I couldn't pick out the words he was saying but I thought I heard him say, "Murder." Or maybe it was "Knife."
Well that is very comforting. Not…
I wondered if the staff here knew what the people called it. They had to have heard someone call it Knives. Right?
"Now then Gabriel," the doctor said, his blue eye on me.
"How are you feeling today?"
I continued to scowl.
"On a scale of one to ten? One being low, ten being high."
He sighed and muttered something that sounded like, "Killer."
He looked back up at me and his white eye kept darting from me to something behind me.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I really wanted to look over my shoulder, but I knew from the many horror movies I've watched that that is not a good idea. I rubbed my arms uncomfortably.
"Why do you feel this way?" the doctor asked me.
I gave him a dirty look.
"Please answer the question, Gabriel."
"Have you seen this place?" I asked gesturing with my hands around the room. "It's Hell!"
I cut him off. "No! This place is Hell! I swear it! I've felt demons here!"
The doctor sighed and muttered, "Demons."
The hairs on my arms stood straight up. I felt a sudden chill in the room.
The doctor looked around the room, his white eyes darting faster than ever. He stood up quickly. "That's enough for today. If you need me just call."
"Hold your breath," I muttered.
He ignored that and walked from the room like it was on fire.
The lady from the front desk came in and scowled at me.
I smiled sweetly.
"Gabriel! Don't talk to Doctor Alan that way!"
"Make me bitch," I said.
She gasped. "Watch your mouth!"
I laughed. "I can't! I can't see it!"
She looked like she was about to explode.
I laughed more.
She stomped from my room and slammed my door shut.
She's such a whore, I thought.
And it wasn't her obvious crush on the doctor.
Although I didn't know how that white eye could even be remotely attractive.
I snickered at the thought of them ending up together.
That would be incredibly funny.
The air got cold.
I sat straight up on my bed.
"Gabriel," a voice whispered.
"Gabriel," it whispered again.
"Y-Yes?" I stuttered.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm already in Hell. How could it get any worse?"
"You will see…"
I swallowed. There was something about this voice that I did not like.
The voice snickered. "You are a smart one aren't you?"
I shook my head furiously.
It laughed. "That will not get rid of me, little one."
I screamed and pulled at my hair. "Get out of my head!!"
The voice laughed, deep and demonic.
I saw something flash across the wall.
Was it a shadow?
Whatever it was it chilled me more than the demonic laughter.
I curled into a ball and pulled the covers over my head. "Please leave me alone."
The voice laughed. "That also will not get rid of me!"
"Please?" I asked helplessly.
It chuckled. "Since you asked…"
All was quiet.
I let out a breath and closed my eyes.
The bed moved.
I snapped my eyes open and sat up.
It jerked again.
I held on and looked around.
There was nothing in the room.
The covers got yanked off of me.
Something breathed on my neck.
Every hair stood straight up.
Something laughed and the cold breath on my neck chilled me.
My body was frozen. I couldn't move and I was ice cold.
The laughter faded.
As soon as I could move again I bolted for the door and almost tripped in my haste.
"Help!" I screamed.
"Please! There's something in here!"
I screamed in frustration and kicked the door. I turned around in a huff.
The bed was back to where it had been and it was made up neatly.
There was something that made me very uncomfortable about this.
There was something far worse than a doctor in this place.
Little did I know how right I was…