Insanity

1.

"Hold on...just...a litt-le...bit...longer...." She says as she is rocking back and forth, over and over and over again. It was pulling her in like a loving mother, welcoming her with open arms. She wanted to indulge in the feeling of it. She wanted to spiral down deeper and deeper into this bottomless pit, which was filled on so many horrors she couldn't possibly imagine. Death, hunger, fatigue...madness. Yes, yes...it was music to her ears, every time it would bounce along the walls of her head. But she held onto the only thing to keep her sane.

Her.

She was everything to her, the reason why she ate, breathed, lived...held on for so long. She was the reason for everything. But it never dawned her until now....

She was nothing but a memory.

What she thought she was, wasn't her. It wasn't the same person from so long ago.

The screams started to get louder in her head, she couldn't help but to scream out in agony. She wanted it all to stop.

She crawls to the mold encased wall, and leaned against it. her started banging her head, harder, harder, and harder, until eventually it stopped. She looked out of her cell, from the corner, and saw the dimly lit hall way. She saw the other bars and cells. She couldn't help it much longer.

She let a large bellow from her stomach, then she proceeded to laugh. Whatever sounds filled the quiet place then, was now filled with laughter. All the cells started to rustle around, eventually came loud snickers, then giggles, then laughter. It was so loud that even the screams couldn't be heard.

After the laughing died down, it then turned into coughing. With every cough, came blood. It eventually reached her. She started hacking, coughing, and with it cane blood. So much of it was spilt, you could see it in the dimly lit hallway. The blood stopped coming. She looked down at the floor, from her her hands and knees position. She saw the blood trickling in from other cells, and smiled.

She had gotton what she wanted.

Blood.

She smiled to herself and started to play in it. Just like a six year old playing in rain water. It was joyous to her ears, the splashes it would make. She loved it, it made her happy to see so much of it. She kept splashing and splashing, and rolling around in it. She eventually splashed a little to hard, and some hit her face. It was wonderful.

She licked the corner of her lips and tasted the blood. It tasted like magic, and was so obsessed with it. It really was the best thing to taste at the moment. Nothing could beat the taste of it. As she was enjoying herself, out came a loud bang. She assumed it was from one of the concrete cells, someone falling. But oh no this was much worse then someone falling.