In the Psychiatric Ward
The guy next to me was snoring, even though he was awake. The sounds from his Mario game were muffled by the people talking in the rooms surrounding us. Sitting in the alcove waiting room, we couldn’t see anyone. We could hear their footsteps and the doors creak as they opened and shut them. There was a picture of a parrot on the wall that was screaming “yellow.” It was all loud. I leaned my head against the wall. There was another picture on the wall of a skull and it said “death.” There was a man in a top hat that had been staring at it ever since I had been there. He never even blinked, but he just started ahead. I stood up because my legs hurt and I was curious. I walked to where he was standing and looked at the picture. I was startled when I saw myself looking back. And I realized the skull and my twin were reflections. I looked at the man in the top hat. His face was covered in flesh. Then I looked in the mirror and: bones. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked pretty okay, until green smoke started to flit out of my mouth. Slowly the green smoke began to tear away my skin, too. I flinched but it didn’t really hurt. Not really. I looked at the man with a top hat for an explanation. He said, “It is just beginning.”
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