Personal Narrative: Rabidus Insane Asylum

A sharp pain at the base of my skull, and everything goes black. I can hear, and feel stuff going on around me. Feeling clothing being pulled and tugged on me.I slowly wake up, in a confused state. As my eyes open, I see a red clad figure standing above me.

The only thing that kept me from hurting myself and relieving my family of me was my daughter’s face flashing before my eyes. I put the knife down. This was a Friday. The next morning, I called the hospital and I said I need help, I need a bed. I am depressed, and I had thoughts of killing myself. The hospital stated they had a bed, and that I could have it immediately, but I requested to enter that Sunday so I could spend time with my daughter before she went back to college. I remember trying to Christmas-shop online, but I was so mentally discombobulated, I couldn’t even read. I was seeing things move in the bedroom that I knew were not

One day I was in a place some where in a place scary it was hunted and it was a spot for clowns to plan what they are gonna do on dark dark nights like hollween so I went past that place I went to the room that was the most hunted they chained people up and let them starved to death all i saw was bugs eating peole till they reached the bone. So it was getting close to 3:00 and that is when I was gonna play the ouija borad. I started to set up the spot locked the doors and all I hear was noting it was just me in the room aleast I thought I was. 5 minutes later at 3:05 a.m. I started asking it qustions and asking it if there was anyone in the room it said yes and that is when I realized that I was not the only one in the room. I kept playing because I was not scared of anything untill i saw the door unlocked I ran into the room next to it and hid for a while it was 6 clowns and they heard me but, they didnt see me and I am happy that i dint get caught because something bad chould have happened.

My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely. This was the day I had my first anxiety attack.

Remember that frightening monster that was under your bed, well he is back with a message to deliver. On the eve of my 20th birthday, I had to work overtime to stay home tomorrow to celebrate my birthday. I arrived at about 9:00 and began preparing for dinner. But really I’m just ordering some pizza. After I finished my dinner, I brushed my teeth and I went to my bedroom.. I lived alone so when I entered my room and heard grunts which came under my bed, I was startled. I froze for a bit and then slowly walked to under my bed which I saw nothing. This gave me much relief, that is until I looked up and saw a creature with black and green fur. His eyes were bright blue like a star. He was a titan, making me seem like an ant even though I was 6

I am surrounded by darkness, confined in a paltry room its contents limited to a bed with a thin mattress and pillow. The air is dense and smells of blood. The brown walls smothered in writing reek of mulch. The only way to get in or out is through a small metal door that is locked from the outside. I feel like a caged animal, my every move being watched. I curl up in a ball on the floor, panic, worry, and uneasily drift in and out of sleep. From what I can tell I am in a mental hospital. The Bella Vista mental asylum, the place where nothing good ever happens. I tremble uncontrollably and hear queer voices in my head.

I’ve had a couple bad days, but this one tops it off. It felt like a normal day at first. Let me stop lying, it started off horrible. It was in the summer time, so I stayed up all night until about two o’clock-ish. I needed my sleep, because I was in for the WORST day ever!

After getting me four band t shirts, eight pairs of skinny jeans, and two wrist bands, Hales and I went to the food court. She ordered us a slice of cheese pizza each and two sodas, a sprite for me and grape for her. I was starving so I was the first one to finish. Hales finished five minutes after me. After eating we both decided to go back to my place, and watch a marathon of "The Walking Dead." Our all time favorite show.

I turned away from this driveway though a giant white colored dilapidated gate emitting a strange black aura appeared behind me and blocks my only way out. I desperately just want to leave so I had intentions of hopping the fence though the gate slammed itself open releasing a fury of wind which nearly knocks me back as I threw my arms in front of my face as if I could block this immense force. As soon as the wind ceased I found myself imbibed in that dark aura and within a matter of seconds it had consumed me whole as I reached toward the sky hoping I could cling on to something to break free from it all… then I heard a painfully familiar voice speak to

My disordered soul did things to my body that I cannot imagine doing to myself now. I deserted myself in my room and survived in the dark. Devouring only my sorrows and gulping my tears silently. You were a heartbreaking blood sucker that intoxicated me with stages of the yellow fever. First, you infected my mind with your smile and the way you talked to me. Second, you hid these emotions deep in my brain that I actually saw past them. Last, when I least expected it you silently appeared out of the blue and poisoned me. My emotions played games on my heart and I was unaware of anything that was happening around me. I just felt heartbroken at first because it was so sudden and I was in denial.

The story starts out as a snowy day in Russia. My grandfather is working outside in the snow while fixing a shed with a hammer. And I try to pick a lock with a branch, but there is a duck quacking at me, because there is a hole through the fence. The duck also quacked, because he was trying to help me get out of the back yard. My grandfather catches me and puts his hand on my back and, I turn around and he yanks me by the arm, and I go out in town. While the i’m at town I saw a girl and I also saw the girl get scared, because there were people like bullies scaring her. Also while I am in town there is a scary man with balloons. Then I saw a scary wolf in a window and what happened was I accidently bumped into a man with a gun and, he yanks me by the shirt and slams me into a wall bumps me into a garbage can and he flipped me into the trash can.

This relates to the madness mythic journey. This already happened but it's still my worst fear. Letting stress take over and consume me is what I am scared of. Stress causes so many problems. The list for what stress causes is very long. It was like being in a nightmare all the time. I have gone through a lot during high school and I used to have a really hard time in high school. Over the four years i have grown so much. I started off very closed up. I didn't talk to many people and kept to myself. It took me a long time to open up and talk to people.

I have always been the adventurous type, I always sneak out of my window that's above my parents room and walk through the forest and lay in the field behind my house. The sky was mesmerizing after dark with the stars and the clouds. Laying on the ground, looking up into the sky, and trying to figure out what object the stars formed is relaxing to me. Almost every day my parents are yelling at my older sister, so I can get away with anything. I could walk out the front door at eleven o’clock at night and they wouldn’t notice me. I could come in at five o’clock in the morning and they wouldn’t even know. Sometimes I do get tired of the yelling and screaming, so I walk around in our neighborhood or walk in the forest farther than I got the day

I can feel them. They step in the postern and every footstep they make leaves a broken bone behind. I can feel them, as they lift objects and open doors my insides churn and meander. If only they knew. I could, I would if I could, keep them here. Ambuscade them here like I was ambushed and trapped myself. Trapped, feeling them on the inside, cold on the outside.

The air was thin, the dark shadows of the room were quailing towards me. I wasn't scared though. For they were my own demons haunting my shaken past of which I couldn't quite remember and there was very little I could do but wait. My stomach was kicking me in the most abnormal places, all I wanted is peace, for there to be no pain. As I placed my bleeding hand on the cold door knob, wanting to escape from the treacherous place, I pressed down gently hoping to be free. Locked with a code combination. I couldn't call to mind where I was or why i was locked up. More embarrassingly, I couldn't remember my own name nor my age. I had noticed blemishes and wrinkles on me palm and wrists of both hands which gave me a subtle clue I was not young. I was in a small dark room with no windows or mirrors, each corner carved with great detail and immaculacy, a small bed big enough to fit a small child, and