|Listen to It
Author: Little Fellow PM
A teenage boy living in an asylum. His life changes after a single bite to the neck.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural - Chapters: 9 - Words: 9,504 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-11-13 - Published: 12-20-12 - id: 3084739
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What on Earth is the matter?
As I stood there, in the bright rubber room, I grinned. This is your fault, Dawn, you didn't listen to me, and you just HAD to call for help. HAHAHAHAHA! YOU'RE A FOOL DAWN, A RIDICULOUS FOOL.
"Hm, I'm most certainly not."
Just look at yourself, you're in a strait jacket for bloody sakes, and your body is mutilated. Who did this to you? HAHAHA, WAIT. WAIT. DON'T TELL ME. YOU DID IT. Why are you crying? You going to call the doctor again? So he can take care of you? Ha, I always knew you were an idiot.
Grinding my teeth, I charged at nothing. Hitting the foam covered wall, sirens started wailing in my room and then something stabbed my arm. Everything went dark.
I'm dreaming. This can't be real. No, it's not, but here I am standing in a dark alley with piles, and piles, of bodies. All of them killed the same way. A bite to the neck, I need to know who did this to them. The monster that did all of this. After shaking off my anxiety I began running. Running as fast as I could. Running till my body was begging me to stop. As soon as I skidded to a halt I realized I'm in the exact same place I started. I clenched my fists and something caught my attention. Me. I didn't notice it before but my lips were behind my teeth and low growls were coming from my throat. There couldn't have been anyone else here to kill these people. It sounded crazy, but, I think I'm the killer. The thought about killing these people seemed appealing. Almost…appetizing. I gazed down at my clenched fists, they were bloody. There was dry blood in my finger nails and all over the palms of my hands. Swallowing, I suddenly felt something warm slide down my throat. Something appealing. Something so potent. It was blood. Hot blood.
Waking up was the oddest thing I have ever encountered in my entire life. I first felt relief that the dream wasn't real, but then I felt a slight pang of anxiety. How long have I been unconscious? Slowing down my quick breathing I opened my eyes; everything was white, I then felt something soft wrapped around me arms, it was the jacket. The bloody strait jacket,
It's about time you woke up. I was getting kind of bored of your nightmare.
"I don't want to deal with you right now Jay."
Oh come on, didn't you miss me? You've been under for HOURS. I was beginning to think you were dead.
"Wait…how long have I been unconscious?"
Ooh about a good 5 hours. You look so cute when you're passed out.
I sighed. When could Jay leave me forever? Getting up I realized the hospital bed pushed me back down. This irritated me,
HAHAHAHA. They strapped you down, the nurses. Try not to throw a fit and they won't sedate you again, okay?
I kicked and pulled to get out of the bed, aggravated, I started screaming,
"WHY THE BLOODY HELL AM I STRAPPED TO THIS BED? LET ME OUT, NOW!"
I saw a terrified intern walk in,
"Please. Calm down. You will be unstrapped as soon as you can show that you are completely calm for an hour."
This woman was beautiful. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, and her hair was a dark jet black. Pin straight with bangs that covered one of her brilliant eyes. Her skin was a pale white, almost the color of snow, and her body. Oh, it was her body. It was beautifully shaped. She had an hour glass figure. Hips that made me want to jump out of the bed and hold on to,
"Uhm, sir, would you like anything to eat or drink?"
"N-no I'm fine. I just want to get out of this bed."
She smiled, a beautiful smile she had,
Hahaha nice try Dawn. She's not going to fall in love with a freak like you.
Maybe she will, Jay.
HAHAHAHA. Oh that was the best bloody joke I've heard in centuries.
Bloody hell, why does every little thing make me so angry? I started thrashing at nothing and the intern, panicked, and clicked the emergency button. Another bloody shot. The doctors rushed in to see what was going on,
"Dawn, I don't want to sedate you again, so please, try the exercises the shrink taught you to do, alright?"
This was the bloody doctor who sedated me? I want to kill him. I want to kill this bloody man,
"SO YOU WERE THE BLOODY DOCTOR WHO SHOT CRAP UP MY ARM?"
I started thrashing towards him trying to free my arms from the strait jacket,
"Please Dawn, calm yourself. I had to. I don't want to do it again so please. Calm down."
Calm down? He wanted me to CALM DOWN? How can I calm down when he was the sick old man who sedated me like a little pet? Oh he was going to pay,
"You expect ME to calm down? You're the sick old man who sedated me IN THE FIRST PLACE."
The doctor looked very hesitant. Like he didn't want to make a wrong move, I was so caught up in my angry fit of rage that I didn't notice the beautiful intern was still there. Her eyes were sympathetic, like she knew how I was feeling. I automatically calmed myself,
"Alright, I'm calm. Just send me back to my room so I can be in peace, please."
"I'm sorry Dawn. I'm afraid I can't do that."
"What….did you just say?"
The doctor looked even more hesitant,
"Well I'm afraid that you haven't been showing me that you are stable enough to go back in your room."
HAHAHAHA. Ooh this is gold Dawn.
Shut up, Jay.
I didn't care anymore. I thrashed even more in my bed,
"I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU'LL SEE."
The doctor looked like he was expecting my fit and took out his syringe,
"You leave me no choice, Dawn."
I tried to dodge his attempts of sticking it in me, but eventually he got other doctors to pin me down,
"I'm sorry, Dawn."
No. Now that I knew what was going on I wasn't going to let the drug take over me. It didn't matter though, eventually, I stopped fighting and I went down under.