It Visited Me In The Psych Ward

Warning: This page is schizobabble. Remind everyone who contributed to take their meds.

2 years ago, I had an episode. Something in me acted up. I started seeing things. I developed bipolarity towards those around me, even the people I loved or cared about. It all culminated when a door-to-door salesman came to my apartment and I opened the door and- for some reason- I punched him. I continued to beat him, rambling about how this was necessary for humanity. I did this until a neighbor called the police and they took me into custody. I ended up pleading insanity in the trial- and managed to avoid most of the charges. However, I had to go to the Psych Ward for 2 years of treatment.

The first few months were uneventful. The voices and visions continued. I could tell they weren't real. Well, I knew they weren't real- but they felt so real that sometimes I acted on them. I'd scream during the night, I'd make erratic movements during meals. On some occasions I even had to be separated from the other patients and put into solitary confinement.

I ended up losing track of time, but I knew it had been around 11 months since I had entered, but not yet one year. I didn't want to ask the workers because I distrusted them and also didn't trust myself to not have an episode and injure someone trying to help me. Despite the measures I tried to take for the safety of myself and others, my condition got the better of me when I strangled another patient during mealtime. I hadn't been in solitary confinement since around 4 months in, but they forced me back into there after prying me off of the patient.

So, I was in solitary confinement again. It was a large white room with the padding you see in stereotypical depictions of insane asylums. I was given a straight jacket to ensure my safety. I had to stay there for the entire night.

As expected, I couldn't sleep at all. The visions and voices got worse. I hallucinated my mother walking in and telling me I had to escape, but the straight jacket prevented me. Eventually, at around 2 AM or so, I turned to the wall to avoid the visions of people walking through the locked door.

Then I heard it open.

"Hello?" I asked nervously. I tried to turn around, but I felt something. It was like, breath hitting the back of my neck. Breath that came from at least 8 feet above me. A primal, innate feeling- an instinct- told me that turning around was a bad idea. A voice slowly spoke: "I have come to visit you. You are very troubled, I have heard." I slowly mustered up the courage and replied: "Yeah. I'm in here for 2 years because... The voices told me to kill someone. They sent me here before I could finish him, thank god."

The voice, inhuman, replied: "I see. These "voices", aren't real. Correct? If you'd like, I could make them go away, for a price." I pondered. "What's your price?" The voice answered: "Just a couple favors after you're out of here. Sound good?" Desperately wanting out, I agreed. And I heard the door close. I thought: Wow, that was the most realistic hallucination I've ever had, and a few minutes later I fell asleep.

The rest of my stay at the ward was extremely uneventful. The visions stopped, as did the voices, and I began to be able to lead a normal life again. The doctors attributed it to their treatment working, but I had a feeling. A weird feeling in my gut telling me that there was something else.

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When I got out of the ward, the doctor told me a ride was waiting for me. A black car with no front windows was parked outside. I didn't recognize the model. I walked over and saw a note: "It is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain." I entered the car and developed a sick feeling in my gut. I wrote all this down as we were driving, just trying to recall the memory. As we, for whatever reason, seemed to enter the highway. I tried to look at the driver, but that sinking feeling- the same sort of feeling from the event one year- ago told me that I shouldn't. I looked out the back window and froze.

I was no longer... here. I was somewhere else.

I pray this uploads to the website. I pray it never visits you.