Wandering the mental hospital, I wondered why I was admitted here, or even if I was supposed to be admitted here, until I heard the screams. Running to the window of the door, I saw one of my old teachers from high school being tortured by a madman.
"Yes!" the madman shouted, "This is what you deserve! Oh God, I'm so happy! I could practically sing to the heavens how much I've longed to torture!"
They turned to the door and saw me.
"Another one! It's you! Isn't this Hell just heavenly to you? Look at all those bastards… These teachers of yours… They're finally being hurt! It's karma!"
Looking at this madman in front of me, who seemed to be obsessed with eccentricity and torture, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be happy or not.
"Don't you hear the screams? They screamed at you all the time. Now those screams can give you power and strength."
Another scream rang out through the hall. Another teacher was being sawed. Another's bones were being crushed by hammers.
"Look at the weapons! It's enough to turn on Charles Darwin. Doesn't this fantasy also excite you?"
He invited me into one of the rooms.
"Fresh blood! It's so warm! Look at how their organs are still moving. Don't you want to just break the window in the door and pierce a shard of glass in them? I heard it's tasty."
He took a bite out of a heart. The veins fell out as blood splattered all over his face. He smiled at me with his teeth clearly stained with blood.
"Go ahead. Write your name in the blood. Slice your name into their rotting flesh. Maybe even one of their organs if you're so inclined."
I refused and headed to the door.
"Don't be anonymous! You're the artist after all! Let the world see your masterpiece! Let your carnage linger in the minds of those who desire culture and allow them to learn from your example!"
"You're insane!" I shouted, "You are a monster! Sure, I wasn't happy in school, but I would never kill someone, not even a teacher!"
"You're the one who is insane!" they said, "Why else would you be here? Why else would I be here?"
No, no, NO! Who set those traps? Not me! I have no destrudo! Then why did I come here?
Police officers burst through the entrance.
"Get on the ground!" they shouted, "Put your hands behind your back!"
I fell to the ground.
"Let me go!" I shouted, "I'm just a visitor! Can't the medics vouch for me?"
The medics ran in holding a straitjacket and a muzzle.
"Stop resisting!" they shouted.
"Why should I?" I shouted, "I'm perfectly sane! Ask that madman!"
"What madman?" the medics asked, "We don't allow unauthorized personnel into this facility. The only madman we see is the one staring right at us."
"The fingerprints!" I shouted to the police officers, "Dust for fingerprints! I never touched the weapons!"
"Why are you covered in blood?" the police officers asked me.
"He told me to write my name! He wanted to frame me!"
"What do you call that?" the officer asked, pointing at one of the bodies.
My God… It's my name… It's my fucking name! THAT BASTARD WASN'T REAL! I screamed into the muzzle.
"HE'S REAL! HE GAVE ME CATHARSIS! HE KNEW HOW MUCH I HATED SCHOOL! THEY WERE THE KILLER! LET ME GO!"
"Scream as much as you want," the medics said as they rolled me into my cell, "It won't bring them back. Call it revenge if you want, but don't deny the fact that you broke into a mental asylum and killed the patients whom we are trying to help."
They locked me in. I'm cold and hungry. I'm insane. All I could do was laugh. I killed my teachers. I'm trapped here with no one to blame but myself, and yet I'm satisfied. My brain can no longer process what's right and wrong. All I want is some form of satisfaction as a way of saying that I was superior, I didn't peak, and that those teachers got karma. I banged my head on the wall. I'm hurting myself both physically and mentally, but I live for pain, don't I?