A Little Insane: Building A Monster

Chapter Four - An Angel Losing Its Wings

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Riley was tired, and not lack-of-energy kind of tired. He was tired of the screams behind the door of the dark room. He couldn't get them out of his head. And for the next few days, that was all he would hear. If it hadn't been for the food Hart left him every morning, he'd think he was alone in the world and the screams were just memories echoing, trapped in the house with no way out just like him.

His eyes hurt and there were no more tears left to cry. After seeing one of his best friends die, he sort of became numb. He was a vessel waiting to be strapped to a cold metal table, drained of blood and be tortured merciless.

He was losing hope, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing anymore. Should he even be hopeful? If he got out, nothing would be the same again. He'd still have the dead bodies crawling out of the darkness in his mind, making him see them over and over until he went crazy.

I'm better off dead, he thought truthfully. He couldn't sugar coat the situation even if it was possible. But the last bit of hope in his heart still told him, begged him, to try. He had better energy now that his stomach wasn't empty anymore, and finally he could sleep without the lifeless eyes of forgotten people staring right at him like they knew he was there.

Riley sat in the middle of the underground room and stared briefly at the four rectangle walls. He still didn't understand what the room was for and why anyone would build it. The deaths and murders of innocent people must have been planned before the house was even built. Who ever Hart and his family was, they were no good.

And to top it all, he thought he was going crazy. Where did the bodies go? There were so many that it must have taken days to get rid off. Hart couldn't have done it alone, and if he did how did he get rid of them? There was only one door and Riley had sat across from it, watching it as Hart disappeared and left him all alone.

He wasn't sure why it bothered him so much, but it did. Maybe he just didn't want to believe that he was actually going crazy. It wasn't his imagination playing games, he hadn't invented them. That was impossible. Especially when he saw Hart killing people in front of him. They were real.

Something suddenly broke his train of thought. He heard a grinding sound followed by a loud clunk. A cold, chilly breeze struck him. Shivering, he turned around to find the door wide open. There was no one there. It had just opened by itself. No Hart.

“Hello?” Riley called out, double checking.

Once nobody answered, he got up and quietly walked towards the door. The room in front of the dark room, the one where Hart did his . . . torture, was empty. He wasn't going to question how the door just happened to open, maybe it was a malfunction since it was electronic.

Before heading to the door at the top of the stairs, Riley searched the room for a weapon. There was none out on the open, and the closet was locked. Frustrated, he dashed up the stairs anyway and continued his escape.

He didn't make any noise when he left the basement. He kept quiet, slowly walking down the hall to the front door. He had gone through this already, he couldn't fail this time. He had to get out of here. Just when he was losing hope, light found a way. He was going to get out and he was going to live. No one was going to choose if he lived or died, not today.

The front door was locked. Completely expected, an unavoidable scene. He looked through the very blurry windows and saw no car outside. All he saw was just trees and the sun behind them.