“Why?” a man cried desperately. The rain fell around his kneeling figure. Placing his muddy hands over his face, he sobbed. The cold racked his body making him shiver like a leaf in the autumn.

The sound of a screeching violin pierced the gentle patter of the rainfall. The man thrashed violently in attempt to get the sound out of his head. His eyes widened as he saw a group of shadowed figures approach. Silently, as if in reverence, they marched past the huddled figure. From their mouths came the mournful intones of a Gregorian chant. The man’s wailing was offbeat to the phrases of the passing figures, giving their song an eerie discord.

Upon his shoulders, a small creature appeared. Her golden tresses fell around her light frame with such grace. The wings on her back glittered with morning dew. Smiling softly to the man, she brushed his cheek with her lips. With a flirtatious wave, she left him.

His moaning returned, the man clasped his knees and rocked to and fro. Although he didn’t notice, the rain had cleared. The air was crisp, but damp. Water droplets from the nearby trees fell into miniature lakes. Leaning forward, the man peered down at his reflection. It was very haggard one. His black hair was unkempt and wild.

He was startled by the sound of an animal lapping at the puddle. Looking up, he saw a large brown tomcat. The cat bobbed his head in greeting. Out of politeness, the disheveled man returned the gesture. The cat walked up to the man and sniffed him. With a disdainful flick of his tail, the cat marched off with his head held high.

The violin’s high pitched howl recurred, bringing the man out of his daze. In a frenzy, he searched for the source of the devilry. His hunt ended when he spotted his prey sitting primly on a flat stone. Staggering over to it, he began to pound it mercilessly with his fists. Never did he stop, not even when his hands bled profusely, he had to free himself of the machine.

“Michael!” His name was shouted in a clear voice. Whirling around, Michael saw the shape of a human being. Focusing on the blurry figure, he saw that it was a girl. A primitive grunt escaped his lips as he lurched toward the young woman. His over-all attitude turned to one of excitement and joy. The mirth he felt bubbled over when the girl held her arms out to him. He stumbled into them and held her close. Reveling in the intensity of her aura, the distraught man let go of his apprehension and worry. He knew all was safe now.

Michael felt himself being turned, and then his feet dangled precariously over a cliff. With a bewildered look to the now smirking girl, the man let lose an unearthly scream. He plummeted to the ground below. Now enraged at the cruelty of the girl, the man attempted to climb back up the cliff and confront her. Without warning, he felt a sharp prick in his side. The world fell dark around him.

-?-?-?-

Waking with a start, Michael gasped in horror. He stood shakily and threw himself against a wall. To his surprise, he bounced back unharmed. It was then that he realized his arms were bound and white straps covered his chest, ensuring that his arms remained shackled. He blinked stupidly at the cushioned walls surrounding him. There was barely enough room for him to lie down flat on his back. Again, he stood, only this time, he walked peacefully to a camera in one corner of the room.

He stared with the curiosity of a child at the mechanical device. The blinking light held his fascination for a long span of time. Sighing heavily, the man turned a full circle within the padded confinement. After getting a full glimpse of his housing, he turned his attention back to the camera. His demeanor was like that of a frightened animal, and yet, there was a calm serenity in his eyes. There was only one thing that needed to be known.

“Why?”

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This is mainly just random drabble. It's about a schizophrenic man named Michael told from his perspective. What really happened is an entirely different story. Let me know if you'd like for me to write it.