Loss of Sanity

“Can you please, just for the briefest of moment, shut up?” the Doctor yelled.
Yes, we were being loud during this session, but what did you expect? Personally, I prefer silence as well, which is why I don’t speak, but how am I supposed to enjoy my silence in a place of mentally ill degenerates who only logical though is to prance around the place and if the mood hits them dive towards and orderly and attempt to remove a vital organ with their teeth? There is no way, absolutely no way, no way in this life or the next will I ever forgive those that ruined my peace and not the Doctor was ruining mine.

​It made me so angry to see someone who was a professional of the mind lose his mind so quickly. How could he do such a thing when our futures depend on him? Perhaps he didn’t care about our futures, but I was still getting a headache from his constant shouting so I decided to do something about it. I climbed out of my seat and ran towards him which I found incredibly difficult at first with the straight jacket on, but I made it there in good time and before he could react. Jumping towards him I grabbed a good part of his flabby arm with my teeth and bit down hard. I felt the meat tear apart as my teeth sank in and I felt the blood push its way through his shirt and into my mouth.
That is how I was thrown into the padded cell. I enjoyed it, deeply. There were no people and no sounds that would echo inside my head waking the voiced up and telling me to do very bad things, very bad things indeed to people and animals that I could get my hands on. Oh, if only I could get my hands on something it would ease the anxiety a little, but in a padded cell I had to make do with rolling around on the ground like the warm I was.
Two minutes or perhaps two years later I heard the alarms blare. So very, very, very noisy. It was piercing me even in my soft room. I started bashing against the door angrily to get somebodies attention and tell them to turn the alarm off before I tore them to shreds with sharpest teeth. However, instead of the Doctor or an orderly, another patient appeared at the door and smiled at me beyond the strong glass. His teeth were not as sharp a mine, but his hands were free and he helped me.
The door opened at his will and he ran off into the corridors, leaving me to do as I pleased. Of course, there wasn’t much I could do with a straight jacket on, but I soon found ways of ripping it off. There lay one of the secretaries not too far from my room. Still as a rabbit in my attic I walked over to her and used her sharp nails to tear at my straight jacket. It was difficult at first, but she didn’t struggle, perhaps from the blood loss. In moment I was free and began my search for the lever that would turn the alarm off. I ran as fast as I could.
Before finding the room with all the levers and buttons there was an orderly, alive unlike the others I had passed. He was being attacked by this screeching woman, another patient who I had grown to hate in mere seconds as she yelled in pain and anguish despite being the one who was inflicting the damage. Of course, more noise is bad so I grabbed her and closed my hands around her throat. Within moments she was dead and I looked at the orderly. He sat there in the corner, staring at me with fear and tears running down his cheeks. Lucky for him he sat in silence, so I continued down the hallway and took lucky turns till I found the control room.
Inside there were two security guards, bickering amongst themselves, locked behind a door that was incredibly strong, far too strong for me to chew through. I watched them argue, but soon I grew tired and slammed my head against the glass. It got their attention and they raised their guns. Both fired at me without hesitation, but the bullet-proof glass protected me. I did not flinch or hesitate, but once they had finished shooting I pointed towards the bell just behind me which rang the alarm. After this I clutched my head and grimaced so they understood. One stared at me without doing anything, but the other understood and leaned over to the control panel flicking a switch.
Peace. The alarm had fallen silent and I stood in a hallway where the only sounds were distant screams and gunshots. Still, it was peace once I returned to my cell. I gave the security guards a positive gesture and mouth my thanks before moving back to my room. It was a difficult walk back because of all the blood. I slid here and there as I was only barefoot, but it did not bother me. The noise was minimal and I enjoyed it deeply.
I soon reached my favourite room. The padded cell was an inviting stark white and I stepped in, dragging the body of the deceased Doctor with me to play with inside. I closed the door and with a clunk here and there it had automatically locked behind me. I sat there in the centre of the room, chunks of flesh in each other, meditating in my safe-space. I could see familiar faces and their contorted expressions. I could hear the sudden falls of silence when the last victim stopped screaming.
I was overjoyed to tears and that is where I sat, surrounded by gore and silence. It was by far the best asylum I had the pleasure of being in and I hope management doesn’t change a thing.