What's Next... by Forest Evergreen (feel good books txt) 📕

mouth started foaming and I collapsed with my next step. Darkness didn't meet me I just stared up in the sky steam rising off me. I'm going to find out...haha anyone that can play sick jokes will be played themselves...it's time I strike back or at least that's my gut feeling.

With my new evil grin I trusted my instinct to somehow lead me to some place safer than a forest. Safeness didn't matter as much as not being found. There's no way I'm going back, ever.

Revenge, a word very much on my mind. I started walking out God only knows where if there is a where to go to. All I could think about at these moments were the strange dreams I've been having. Some woman I've never seen in my life that I can barely see and a stupid silhouete of a tea pot. Every single time she has some expression and trys to kill me...I'm more confused than anyone knows.

There I was walking around in the forest, not familiar with anything. To my surprise I could see part of something that interested me. What the heck is it?

It felt cold and when I knocked on it it sounded like metal. Could it be some abandoned house or base?

But the most intresting part is when I stepped back I realized most of it was covered in vines, hiding the whole place completely. I wonder if there's a door...

Taking my first step I started walking around the strange building a few times till finally a door meet my eyes.
I held the door on my sweaty hands expecting it to be sealed shut or unable to be opened from all the vines. But again to my surprise, it opened. That's a little weird...

Not wanting to think twice I stepped inside to be welcomed by mostly darkness. A few rays of light peered through the vine covered windows. One of the rays shone on what looked like a kitchen. When I opened one though all I could see were meds. Wait a sec...this must be the place that supplies meds for the asylum...well since I'm hallucinating with hot sweats and weird vision I better get something. What was it called...

I opened every single cabinet then looked at each label.
Narcotic...Claritin...Antipsychotic...Dextromethorphan..Oh! That's it, I think...

The name sounded familiar enough that I took the bottle, took out three and threw them in my mouth. Even though it took a little while I finally swallowed them. There...hope it works.

The light started to disappear and I new then the sun was going down. All I could do was sleep and as soon as sleep reached my brain waves I started freaking out, for a little while. Finally my eyes got the best of me and I feel into sleep. A deep sleep took hold of me and swallowed me whole.
This time the dreams were different, distorted and weird. It was sick and made me horrified. Unfortunately, this time among all the other ways she tried killing me this was by far the worst! Not long after I woke up screaming bloody murder I heard a bang outside. What the heck...

Shaking I tried standing up but feel down knocking the pills all over the floor. I couldn't see anything then I saw weird things flashing around. Why..am..I..out..of..breath...am..I..on fire..or..something...

My eyes searched but I didn't even know where my body was...I couldn't feel anything just heat.
Before long I passed out on the floor because I started breathing super fast and then just stopped moving. But before I was completely out I heard a muffled sound and saw a bit of light with a shadow or something in the midst of it. Inside...gett..ing...cold...outs..ide..burni..ng..li..ke....fire......

From that point on I was locked in my mind...which I'd rather be dead than locked in my mind because now...it was different. Don't be mistaken at all, it's not a good different it's the most worst different you could ever fathom. I can't get out...LET ME THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!

But of course right when something is about to kill me, me milliseconds to death and I again wake up screaming my guts out. Then something weird happened, even though I couldn't see him the way he was, there was a guy right next to me saying something. Even though my ears (and vision) were distorted I could barely hear him saying,"Calm down,it'll be alright. It's ok I'm right here..." All I did was slowly blink my eyes in response and when I opened them he was different like when I was locked in my mind. I backed up screaming.
"It's ok."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!"
But instead of leaving me alone he wrapped his arms around me and listened as I screamed for such a long time...then it stopped. He took out a syringe and gently injected the liquid in my neck.
"I'm sorry but I can't feel and hear you suffer, you'll hurt yourself more."
When I woke up I couldn't see any more things flashing around. My head was pounding...I looked around the room then down at my arms and saw a tube running from my arm to a clear bag with liquid hanging on a hook in the wall. Why am I hooked up to an IV?.....Wait a sec....They only hook people up to these in emergency care or when someones on drugs to counteract them.....I don't think I'd be in emergency care in such a small building...which can only mean...

Then little by little I started remembering. So I guess I'm not alone...then again I didn't see what he looked like...

But I guess I spoke to soon, right then he walked in the door.
"Good morning sleepy head."
"What happened?"
"As far as I know you took some drugs and I heard a scream so I came inside and you were freaking out."
"I kind of remember but not totally."
"Ya, sorry but I had to inject you so you'd stop and so I could clear out the drugs."
"Don't be sorry unless I was a hell to deal with."
"Not to bad."
"So where am I?"
"Oh, this place used to keep the drugs for the asylum but they needed a bigger place."
"So it's just abandoned?"
"Yep.....Why did you take those drugs?"
"I was having hallucinations."
"You took the wrong one."
"Figured that out. I couldn't remember."
"Remember which medication they gave...."
"WHOA! Let me get this straight you came from that asylum."
I looked down at the floor. So what? You gonna stereotype me now?

"What are you going to do? Call the cops on me?"
"No, I can relate.."
"Huh?"
"I was kept there..."
"I'm guessing you escaped?"
"No, how could you tell?"
Psht, smart alec!

"Sorry, just I couldn't remember anything and still can't."
"Ya, whatever."
"I'm not judging you at all..it's just that I pushed that experience away and now here's someone to remind me."
"I'm sorry alright! Just because I happened to show up doesn't mean you can blame me."
"I'm not trying to it's just hard being reminded."
"Ya I guess I can understand that...So why can't you remember?"
"I don't know..."
"Oh..."
"What about you?"
"Unfortunately I do remember...they gave me a lobotomy."
"Damn...I'm sorry you had to remember."
"Yeah...."
"Well at least you're out."
"Same goes to you."
"I think you're name slipped by."
"Ya dito."
"I'm Derian."
"I'm Ebony."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
We sat there talking for a while about what little we did remember.
"Are you feeling any pain at all?"
"Yeah, still in my head."
"Well since you had a lobotomy you would. Just sit there I'll get a pain killer."
"Ya, I can totally run away full force."
He looked back with a sarcastic look and then focused on finding the drug. I wonder how long he's been out...

"Found it. And you shall take...How bad is the pain from 1 to 10?"
"Probably 8 and a half."
"Ummm...I'll give you 2 for now, when it gets worse just tell."
"Will do."
"Here you go."
"Thanks....You know you don't have to do this."
"What?"
"Take care of me and all."
"Who else would?"
"I don't know..."
"Just let me do this it kinda well takes my mind off of stuff, I'm useful."
"Wow, so you just want to take care of me cause you're bored?!"
"No, I didn't mean it that way...I just meant that you need to be taken care of till you're cleared out so you can..well move on."
"Oh..fine I guess."
"So, did the pain killers start working?"
"Kind of.."
"Just rest, I'll be right here."
Closing my eyes everything went out of focus and for a while I was in darkness. Then...
I was sitting in a small chair. Where...where am I?

It was very dimly light in the room almost a familiar lighting but not a familiar room. Then there was a morphed figure holding some object. A smile appeared on the shadowed figures face. Why is it smiling?

Then it pulled something from behind it's back large and distorted. What the hell?

It stepped closer and slowly walked smiling the whole way. All I could do was stare , I tried to move but I couldn't. Move, dammit! Move!

I couldn't even lift a finger. Sweat started dripping from my forehead down to the unseen floor.
It took the distorted object and stabbed me so many times. I couldn't scream, blood came up my throat and out my mouth. Waking up screaming I realized no sound came from my mouth. I was sweaty and my head hurt a ton. Looking to the side of me I saw him sleeping with a distressed look on his face. I wonder what he's dreaming about?

Crawling over I put my head on his shoulder and went to sleep.
"BLOODY-"
He looked down to see me resting on his shoulder I flinch a little but continued to sleep.
"You had bad dreams to?" he whispered. I didn't answer so he held me while we both slept, a little safer.
When I woke up that morning I didn't expect to find myself being held in someones arms. I tried moving as little as possible and decided to zone out till he woke up. As I zoned out staring at a crack in the vine covered window to many thoughts rushed to my head. What are you doing? Where are you? Why were you in an asylum? What happened? Who are you? What have you done? Why do you have nightmares? Who is in your nightmare? What did you do? What's next....?

"Hello?"
"Oh whoa sorry I zoned out.."
"Oh, haha I was talking to you all that time and I saw your eyes open but you didn't respond."
"Sorry, like I said I zoned out..."
"Well...what were you thinking about?"
"A lot of questions...."
"Dude, I'm starving."
He got up next to me and went back to the cabinets.
"Is there any food around?"
"I kinda just woke up so thought process very small, I'm checking."
"It's ok, I'll wait."
So he looked in all the cabinets and finally at the far right down below was a food stash (oddly convenient).
"Well, looks like we're having breakfast."
So we ate and then tried to figure out what we should do the rest of it.
"How are you feeling?"
"Right now about a six."
"At least it's a little better. Would you want to go on a walk?"
"I guess, there's not much to do around here other than sleep."