Prologue of Sanity

Hola! So I figured I'd post something on my blogger, cause I was told by a chocolaty friend of mine that I should. This is probably not what she meant but I just worked on this and needed somewhere to post it other than fictionpress, which probably wouldn't want me to have comparisons on an upload. So this one below is the new one, I rewrote it and am a lot happier with it, as compared to the 2006 version, wow that was almost five years ago!!




It was an easy bet that any man could lose all sense of self inside the confines of a room such as his. The loose pipes dripping with dirty water down the now gray walls, overhead light flickering off and on for hours were enough to drive anyone insane with loneliness. The tattered man curled up his legs into his chest and shuddered at the thought of having to stay in such a place as this for much longer.

The eerie sounds of creaking doors outside of the room he had occupied for however long it had been made him press deeper into the cold sullied wall behind him. He couldn’t recall the last time he had seen the sun, felt it rub his now sunken face with its warm light.

The lost man wished for soft grass and the feel of the wind rushing against his body as he leaned against a beautiful willow tree and read to himself. Only these thoughts kept him from ending it all, with the hopes that he could one day feel these things again. Few voices echoed within him anymore, each day that passed they grew faint, almost a whisper. Each one inside his mind was of a beautiful feminine voice calling out to him with joyous endearment. They tickled at his mind and taunted him, begging him to find them. Outside of the room, through the medium sized circular window he could see faint shadows pass by the door. The only visitors to venture into his room were the nurses who spoke no words toward him.

They arrived in all their white coated glory and injected a strange green liquid into his veins and left. The substance always turned off his body functions and brought upon nightmarish bouts of sleep. When he woke he prayed to never sleep again. He wouldn’t call it an asylum or prison, it felt almost like he were a lab rat being poked and prodded. Whatever it could be he knew that something happened while he slept. When the chime like voice that visited him from time to time would vanish others appeared, like his little sister Annabel.

He had such vivid memories of her that bringing them up in his mind brought stains of tears to his eyes. He could still remember that warm summer day, her smiling up at him as they strolled through her favorite park eating ice cream. Annabel’s curls bouncing as she ran after her hat that got caught up in the wind. His voice calling out playfully for her to be careful, “I will big brother!” she would call back with a huge grin on her face, small feet galloping off to collect her favorite cap. The memory distorted when it got to the point of his calling out her name over and over, losing sight of her. Before passing out from the injections he could hear shrill screams inside of his mind, drowning out the ones outside of his room. With a sigh he leaned to the left and fell against the flattened pillow on the bed.

Cold sweat trailed down all corners of his face as someone in the distance cried out for the pain to stop. It didn’t help knowing he could be the next one to scream like the others. For the time being he would watch the movie that played over in his mind of those he loved die. It wasn’t by choice that they came to him, it was the time he spent wondering about them and wishing that the thoughts weren’t true. Some part of him felt though that maybe it was too late for them, too late for Annabel, to late for his lover Sarah, everyone. Too late for him…much too late for anyone in this hell…

This next one is the 2006 version, a lot is different, yet the same. Sometimes you just like the way you once worded things and keep them. Enjoy!



The only voices that visited his self-made prison were the taunting ones from years ago. Outside through the small circular window he could see faint shadows pass by his door. No nurse had visited him that day but he knew that soon enough they would be at his door with pills and a needle. Upon his first day there he couldn't recall why he had been placed in an asylum.

The last event that came to mind was his younger sister smiling up at him as she ate her ice cream. The doctors refused to explain to him the reasons for his stay there and he was much to scared to approach with questions. At night he could hear the strangest screams, not from anyone inside the building but rather ones inside his head. They screamed at him much like the taunting ones but seemed to be calling to him, reaching out for him to grab their hand.

Sighing he fell down against the flattened pillow on the bed. Cold sweat trailed down his temple. His dreams always seemed to turn to nightmares and he'd fall into them without knowing it. Each nightmare posed the deaths of his loved ones. His little sister's face was a constant though in his mind. It haunted him whenever he closed his eyes at night.

This has been Panda with her writing stuffs.