CORAL MENTAL CARE FACILITY
WEST WING, VIP SECTION
A figure sits in front of the glass, still and expressionless; her reflection explains to her that she is beautiful, stunning, frail, and pale. Although that is on the outside, beneath those layers, there is darkness. A portal into the realm of unseen forces with octopus-like tentacles and leech-like characteristics. They attached and positioned themselves in her like bedbugs, and they started to absorb, drilling her from the inside out till she dripped. Each drop represents her light, happy memories, vibrant nature, and everything that makes her pure. Then, they settle down beneath each hole whilst they bask and swim in her purity, absorbing her essence, draining everything from her.
She feels stale inside and worn out on the outside. No longer of use to them, they release her from their grasp, forever tainting her soul with black, they remove the lights from her eyes so she may see no more, nothing but darkness. She falls deep, immersed in silence, submerged in darkness. The colour is very dark, a funny thick hue.
She becomes blind, walking around aimlessly, reaching out in futile efforts to grasp nothing. Finally, frustration sets in; she becomes anxious, agitated, and tense. Wrinkles line on her forehead.
The silence is so loud she can hear her heart beating, her pulse drumming. That thin thread expands, stretching against its will, elongating for what seems like ages.
Suddenly, it snaps like a dry twig. Her black pupils deepen in colour, and all traces of ray are lost. Slowly losing her mind, a sense of sanity sets her free, clawing at the walls in her head, fervently digging for a way out.
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The Session
ParanormalDozebel is here with her demons, and they are prepared to wreak havoc continuously.... what is the fate of Coral Mental Care?
