Room H271

*warning: mentions of suicide*


This is end. I mean, what's the point anymore? No one will miss me anyway. They'll pretend to care and cry for a minute and then will have forgotten about me by the next. At least I know that I won't affect anyone, only the earth that I'll slowly decompose into will even notice that I'm no longer breathing. Dying is the only way that I can get out of here. It's the only way that I can escape these four white walls and finally get outside and away from all those that hate me. I don't care if this is giving in to all the people that want me dead. I'll be dead by morning so why should I care what they think?
I stood looking at the mirror, a shard of the glistening material shining in my hands. I gripped the blade sharply in my hand until it began to gently pierce through my skin but I didn't flinch as the crimson liquid curdled with the air and then dripped onto the waiting floor.

My broken figure stared back at me. The red hair was greasy and knotted; falling in front of my tired eyes which were surrounded by the dark shadows. My skin was a pale ghostly white and my cheek bones looked as if they were trying to break through my very skin. My ribs were now visible through my old grey t shirt and my skinny legs were shaking gently. It was then that I realised how much like 'it' I looked, how much I looked like Creature from my very worst nightmares.
My hands were shaking as I brought the blade to the left side of my neck. One deep cut and I'd be dead within three minutes, well about three minutes anyway. I mean...at least I learnt something useful from school.

'I wouldn't care wether its alive or not!'

My family: speaking to me again. No. Scratch that: Shouting and screaming at me again.

'Can't it just hurry up and put us all out of our misery already?!'

'I-It never meant anything to me... I-I want NOTHING to do with IT!!!!"

'Go on Gerard! Kill yourself already!'

I press the blade into my skin just a little, just so it splits the grey flesh slightly and so that it just about produces a stinging pain that causes me to shiver. It's just a scratch...for now. I take one last look around the room to see the empty cupboards, the blood soaked covers of my flimsy metal bed and the shattered broken mirror reflecting my shattered broken face and Frank stood by my side and the small rectangular window letting in a little of the moons sickly pale light.

Yes. Frank was there! But Frank was barely there. His mouth wasn't stitched up but the scars from the needle were still clearly visible and the dark green of his eyes were hardly visible. He placed his hand onto mine and placed his other hand on my shoulder gently. Despite his faded grey appearance and messy black hair that hid his face (surrounded by a murky and threadbare hoodie) he seemed to provide a little warmth.

"Frank?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He smiled weakly, grabbing my hand that was clutching the blade and forcing it to my side, holding it firmly there. He shook his head gently as he glanced to the glinting shard of mirror.
"But why?!" I cried, "please let me leave!"
"No...you must stay alive Gee..." He mumbled back to me.
"Why?!" I asked, trying to fight against him but I was no match for Frank.
"We will get out Gee...I promise!"
"No! Frank! This is it! This is the end!" I screamed whilst turning to face him, trying desperately to get him off of me so that I could just leave this life.

"We will get out!" He whispered quietly pressing his face into my chest and hugging me tightly, he buried his head into me and I ran my hands through his soft and knotted hair.
"We will get out Gee...I promise. If we get out then Creature will go and you will be free. You will get out Gee..."
"B-but how?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Gee. I'll see you on the other side..." Frank apologised, he shoved me to the floor and I hit my head heavily on the cupboards. I brought my hands up to my head to nurse the already forming bruise.
"Frank! Where are you going?! Don't leave me! Don't lie like them! Don't make promises and abandon them! Please! Frankieee!"
But he had simply melted away into the darkness. What did he mean when he said he'd see me on the other side?

The shard of mirror lay cast to the side across the room but I ignored it's glittering light and sat myself up with my back resting against the wooden cupboards with the heavy doors.
It was then that I heard footsteps trudging down the corridor and stopping right outside my room. I shut my eyes quickly and let my head roll to the side. They weren't going to fall for this trick again, were they?
I heard keys jumbling frantically as the door burst open and then shut behind the guard again. I'm guessing by the heavy footsteps of the thundering boots and the sighing of the person that this guard was male but you know it might not have been but that's all I could decipher with my eyes shut. Anyway they knelt down to my side and sighed, shaking me gently but they didn't deserve any response from me.

"Excuse me..." They said, taking my head in their sweaty palms and moving it from side to side like that would help wake me. "Excuse me! Will you wake up?!"
"What's the magic word?" I grumbled with my eyes still clamped shut and my hand gripped around one of the cupboard drawer handles. I heard the guard shuffle back in shock.
"Okay...um....will you please wake up, please?!"
"Of course!" I grinned, opening my eyes. I was right, it was a male guard, slightly taller than me, bald and red in the face.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
"No. No. My friend...." I tuttered as a smile crept onto my face, "are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be oka-"

I ripped the cupboard drawer from the cabinet behind me and brought it high up above my head before letting it crash down on the guards shining head. The drawer didn't even flinch as it watched the man fall to the floor in a heap. He was still breathing of course but just not moving very much.
I ran to the corner of the room, trembling slightly in its enveloping darkness. What had I done?! Why did I? I'd knocked a fucking guard unconscious! Fuck that! I mean he didn't even know my name! He didn't even care!
I tentatively made my way back over towards the guard: still unconscious in an odd mess of limbs on the floor. After checking that nobody else was at the door or even walking along the corridors I knelt down by the guards side.

"I'm sorry my friend but I must go and meet Frank now. He is waiting for me on the other side."

I took his massive jacket off of him and placed it on my shoulders. The blue uniform was a little too big with its security tags and badges jumping and jangling all over the place, and the blue trousers I had to roll up at the bottom a few times. Finally I took the blue police looking hat from his head, sweeping my dull red hair underneath it and placing it on my head, the shadows that it produced covered the majority of my face. Perfect.
I took one last look at the man who lay strewn across the floor and sighed.

"You'll get out of here one day. I promise. It's not that difficult to get better when there is nothing wrong. Nothing you think is real is real. You are just delusional! But you'll get better...it's easy. You're just schizophrenic! But that's easy to over come! You'll get out soon! I promise!" I whispered sarcastically, with the keys in the door which I cracked open slightly.

I took one last look at my 'bedroom' formally known as Room H271. The blood soaked white sheets that still cloaked the flimsy cold metal of the bed frame, the shattered mirror on the wall with shards scattered across the floor, the pathetic window where I had talked to Mikey from. Shit! Mikey!
I headed back into the room rummaging through the pockets of my threadbare jeans frantically until I found that brick of a phone. I quickly found Mikeys contact and typed.

Im getting ut nw pls pik up at frnt. x

I had no time for the letter 'c' or 'o', I had to get out quickly before the beast on the floor would start stirring.
I walked out of the room, locking it behind me and I set off down the corridor, not a single eye was turned to look at me, the psycho in the blue guard uniform who was simply going to walk straight out of this place.

Notes

Hello! I has returned! And survived the expedition, camp thing even though our group got lost twice in the middle of nowhere. Oops.
Anyway, I hope this chapter was okay, there's not much left of this story to write now and its kinda sad because I've kinda enjoyed writing this story. Thank you for all the comments and views, I hope you are doing well. :)
-Lou