The Devil's child

Henrietta's eyes light up in a sudden confidence. Her shoulders slouched upwards and said "Hey, I have joke too, want to hear?" I raised my eyebrow at her. I could feel the corners of my lips rising upwards "Sure, do tell." Henrietta clears her throat hesitating a bit before saying it "Why don't cannibals eat clowns? Because they taste funny" I roll my eyes at this "that's not even original, it's done to death" I feel disappointed to be honest. Henrietta looks down meekly "Sorry" my eye twitched… I could feel my blood boil "I told you not to keep saying that…" I could feel my veins pop like a sore pimple because of this bitch. Not only that, but I swear I want to choke her until blood runs out of her sorry little mouth, but at the same time. I want to hug her so badly until she runs out of air… Both would suffice.

Nurse Kimberly came inside, and we were scolded for skipping lunch, she dragged both of us by the ear I didn't mind, but I hate the fact that she made Henrietta whimper in pain… Soon the nurse pushed us inside the storage room, it smelled like the cigarettes the woman who gave birth to me would use, it's even the same brand. Henrietta meanwhile was coughing her lungs out, I could see why. This place is dimly lit, unkept, and dusty, the boxes are scattered around the claustrophobic room, especially the ones on top, the boxes up there are placed in the edge, one wrong move and that will fall on top of our heads. The light kept flickering in milliseconds. Henrietta's breathing was getting heavier and heavier… Her hands twitching more than ever as she scratched her wrist; her pupils were dilating in fear, as she bit her lower lip… I rolled my eyes at this pathetic excuse "Claustrophobic?" she looked at me and nodded… She is a whimpering mess like now, the sounds she made was just like a cat's cry…

"When will this be over?!" she looked at me with a terrified, pleading look in her eyes. I added "Well… Until she comes back." She whimpers, covering her face in her hands, she continues to cough and sob, I hated this sight, it reminded me of. Dahlia and it's all because of that nurse, Kimberly. I'll get rid of that wrench once this is all over, maybe I'll stick some needles inside her throat, maybe I'd push that stupid nurse in a pile of acid and watch her skin boil, or I could snitch on her and show all the porn videos she made while she was inside this asylum and get her fired… So many endless ideas. Kimberly came back and pushed us out, sneering at Henrietta's whimpers. I could tell she was very proud of herself. Not for long.

I coughed a bit, the vents smelled like smoke, the night-shift nurses usually smoke and hide their cigars inside, even though it was obvious, nobody bothered to fire them or take action. I could see a bit of smoke coming out of it, but it was vague because of how small the vent holes are tightly shut by the night shift nurses.. They used ceramic to cover it up. That's why the holes seems so small in comparison to normal vents, hence why this place is so hot.

Henrietta was sent to her usual therapy sessions. My therapy sessions will happen after Ridley… So I explored a bit. I found the girl's bathroom slightly opened. And saw that nurse. Kimberly, she was in the bathroom, taking a shit… It reeks, then when I inhaled it, my brain made me taste it mentally, my nose became stuffy, and I could feel my lungs collapse at the smell. Then, flashes if Henrietta crying because of her came to me, like a bolt of lightning, I locked that woman inside, it at least gave me some time to prepare my stuff. I looked around everywhere, in the lunchroom, library, snuck inside the doctor's office, and then, the garden. And luck would have it. Acid on the table side, the garden is a place where CCTV basically don't exist (actually, they barely use it), dumb idea by the owners of this place, a wonderful excuse for me, looks like God is on my side.

I stole a clown mask left by Ralph, when he looked away. I snatched it, and snuck away. Furthermore, I went to check if Kimberly was still inside, sure enough, she was. Banging on the door angrily, cursing slurs and demanded to be let out. I went inside the vent and closed it behind me, I held my breath to avoid inhaling the dusts of cigarettes around me, I saw her below, and I wore my mask, I opened the vent as loudly as possible for her to hear, but she didn't because of her screaming and kicking, so I whistled which is enough to get her attention, she looked up, and I poured the acid into her eyes, it melted her eyes, and it sizzled its way to her brain, her now melted eyes reminded me of the bubbles that appeared whenever I blew air into the straw, and the drink would make bubbles just like this one, the acid also melted her head and her skull was slowly revealed to me, she was still screaming, and it got boring, so I went away and went to Kimberly's office to post her porn on social media, I want juice now.

Hours later. Kimberly Sobrano, is found dead, the acid was found in Nurse Penny's purse, because I snuck it in there, so she got arrested.because of the now leaked videos of Kimberly's masturbating, her reputation was tainted slightly. I drank juice… And blew some air into my straw, causing the juice to make bubbles… It reminded me of Kimberly. I was sent to my therapist, Doctor Timothy, as per usual, as usual, he seemed pretty confident, his body language is exceeding gentleness to 'earn my trust' he sat down with his legs crossed… His hair is messier than usual… If he was a pop star instead of a doctor, people would be squealing. He adjusted his glasses and smiled at me "How was your day?"

"The usual, drawing, reading, group Therapy, etc…" I replied, he looked at me with a smile "Sorry I wasn't here last month, but I heard that your psychosis is slowly becoming more.. Less frequent?" I looked at him and replied "Yeah… Cognitive behavioral therapy helps… A lot actually, I hadn't had an episode ever since." I said with a smile plastered on my face, Timothy looked at me proudly, a face nobody made to me before, but he was. Always kind "I'm glad, if we keep that up you might be able to get out of here." "Yeah. I would…" I added. Even though I… Somewhat healed… I still feel like, something's…wrong with me…he raised his brow at me… I immediately smiled again, it's scary lying to him… Because talking to him was like playing mental chess, and your opponent is usually unpredictable. He suddenly dropped this question, and it was checkmate for him. " I heard about the rat. Why did you do that?"

"I don't know either" there was no point in giving him the truth, nor lie about it; so I decided to give my answer, by giving him nothing. He raised a brow at me "So can you recall what you did before you. Did whatever you did to the rat?" He asked me. "I was trying to sleep" Timothy looked at me, as if he knew something... "Did you kill the rat because it disturbed you?" I managed to hide my shock, using an innocent face, how the hell did he know?! It's like he's reading my mind! "Hmm..no." I could feel my throat turning dry, I swallowed my saliva silently, he hit checkmate and I knew I'd be stuck in this Asylum

Suddenly… Like an action movie, my plot armor appeared just like when the hero is about to die from bullets, you could say. It was just luck, he suddenly suffered a stroke, a heart attack." F…F…. F... Fred…table side... Pills... Please..." he begged, my hand reached out for the pills, but… He knows me too much, if I let him live I'll be stuck here in this asylum longer, and he knows everything about me, he's the only smart and competent therapist, everyone else was easy to fool, but him? He's a different story, he sees through my facade. Furthermore, he unintentionally played with my ego like a violin. I need a therapist that's. Incompetent, more easily fooled, I threw the pills away, out of his reach, he looked at me with fear, as if I was some sort of… Grim reaper, I watched him as the life in his eyes dies out, and he passed away, I threw the pills inside the mouse hole in the wall,… And went out to call for help.

Timothy Heiner, was pronounced dead, I was brought to questioning, but they believed my lies. I told them that I tried to help him, but I could barely understand what he said, so I went out for help… I sobbed and sobbed, and they believed, it's either that they're so stupid or I'm just an absolute genius… Maybe, both.

Henrietta went to me with concern on her face "H-Hey! Freddy! Is everything alright? What happened?!" she looked genuinely worried, the face she made looked like a kitten, it made me bite my tounge from the inside of my mouth, I want to squeeze her cheeks! Looking at her made me glad I killed Kimberly. But I composed myself and said." Well, yeah, Timothy is dead.. I was the last person to see him.." I did all the signs of a grieving friend, trying to stop my fake tears from falling down "It's ok Freddy, just let it out.." I cried and wailed in her arms, and she hugged me, she was so soft, she smelled like vanilla. I love vanilla, her hair is so smooth, her hand gently rubs my back to comfort me and my sobbing.. I couldn't help but grin.. Its too perfect.

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