Alarming State

The Trap

He woke up.
Gasping for air in desprate need for oxygen; air that didn't smell like blood or sounds that weren't as deafening as the traumatizing sound of children screaming. He was sobbing now. Watching the blood pour out of the walls and create a sea of the thick red liquid. The screams weren't stopping either; he heard them get louder as his emotions peaked out of his control and they would subside if he got himself together. He slid out of bed into the pool of blood; he stood in it and felt determined to not lose his head again he couldn't let insanity gobble him up once more. He walked towards the door trudging through the red liquid ignoring the screams; he kept walking he was so close he couldn't give up he had to get there. "So close" he said "all I need to do is open the door" he was close enough now to reach the doorknob. The door itself reaked and reflected his own menacing thoughts. He had this same hallucination before he knew if he stared at that door to long he wouldn't be able to get out he'd be stuck again. Stuck in that dimension he never wished to see ever again he thought of what his mind did to him last time he stared at that door all the cruel,sickening..."I can't afford to think like that" he said "I will not let you control me" he said loud enough for his neighbors to hear him then he laughed and thought to himself "the neighbors that live in my head". Reaching down now for the blood coated doorknob not thinking, not hearing, not smelling, not feeling and probably not breathing he opens the door.