I am Elize Brown and I am completely, dreadfully alone. It is for no reason that I am currently committed to this mental institution. He claims I suffer from paranoid schizophrenia, but I know that he is simply trying to silence me. Right now, I am tied to a hospital bed, utterly immobilized and helpless. Merciless leather straps wrapped around my wrists and ankles, coiled around my body, keeping me from even struggling. The dark fright of the night engulfs me. I can feel them. They are outside the room, trying to suppress my thoughts, to twist the truth I can see, to turn myself against my very self. My head snaps towards the door when it opens with an ear shattering clack and a dark silhouette stands out against the brightly lit, sterile white hospital corridor outside.
Another mind numbening click later, the room is bathed in blinding white light as he turns on the lights. Blinking away the brightness, I can make out the fake smile on his face. It is the man who had me committed here, the one who, all night long, had been trying to invade my thoughts. I can feel the sickening greenish sensation emanating from Dr. Robert's figure tearing at them even now, the chorus screaming in my thoughts, crying out that I am lost now. The fiend is here.
"Ms. Brown," He says, standing over me. His voice sounds so cold, like arctic steel. Like glass shards grinding together in a blender. "It has come the time for you to stop fighting." He smiles again, showing off those perfect teeth of his. I know what he wants; he wants to break me down and rebuild me, piece by piece until I become something new... something other than human. Just like him. The thought makes me want to vomit.
The screams inside me reach a crescendo. I see the shape of another mental victim in the bed a floor above me. I can feel it. The same thing is happening. It's all around me. Disguised in their white coats, these creatures are swarming down on their victims, their so called patients. And once they have broken them, they will do it again and again, until there is nothing left. Until we're all just bodies lying in beds, staring up at the ceiling. No more minds, our selfs remolded and thinned out and swapped about as they please.
"I have come to give you some additional treatment, Ms. Brown." He continues smiling, waiting patiently for me to respond, the strings of his words desperately pulling at my mind, forcing me to speak. When I don't say anything, he walks closer. I scream, but I cannot hear my own cries anymore. Only theirs echo through my skull. I can't move. Can't fight back. All I can do is watch as this monster in human guise approaches and reaches out to touch me. What does he expect? That give in to his thoughts? That I allow him into my body?
He tries anyway, running his accursed fingers