Dementedsoul's Stories

Journal of the Insane (Post #18)

2008-08-14T05:55:19Z

July 24, 2008,
The wound is looking dirty… and I feel sharp pains all around my body since the attack of the wolves. I worry about sleeping at nights now… when will I be attacked again? Will be I able to fight back? Will I be able to win? Are there other animal in this land of no return? Will I ever see my supposed family again? Ugh… the questions keep me up all night long. Last few days I’ve only had four hours of sleep. My eyes waver whenever I continue my journey, but I force myself to stay concious since I see many more of those deformed, killer wolves in the daytime then at night. The helicopters and fighter jets are increasing everyday… I must be getting close to something at least. I’m so confused now, I don’t know whether to give myself up and go back to the institution, or to continue and die out here only to be the next meal of the inhabitants. I’ll figure all that out when I actually find people I guess… god I just want life to be… sane, but nowadays, it’s getting harder and harder…

Journal of the Insane (Post #17 pt. 4)

2008-07-23T05:35:11Z

The dog continued to snarl, trying to snap at me, but only opening his mouth halfway before my forearm stopped it. I pressed harder and harder, hearing him try to snarl but only getting cut off from lack of air. The dog began squirming more, not in aggression this time, but in fear. It started to whine slightly as it looked up in my eyes in compassion instead of hate. I began to pull away, feeling sorry for the animal, but I soon realized what a mistake that was. The animal bit at me again, his attitude drastically changing as he found an chance. I didn’t take my arm away and this time, I dug it deeply into his black fur with anger. The wolf whined again, but I knew better… I used my elbow to finish him off. I gave a quick and deadly blow towards his throat, snapping it instantly and hearing the wolfs whines cut off. I got off of the wolf and saw the rest of them back away. The predators suddenly ran off into the distance in silence. I ripped off my shirt and tied it against the my wound… I hope it helps.

Journal of the Insane (Post #17 pt. 3)

2008-07-23T05:16:06Z

The large, crazed animal shook his head violently, trying to rip my arm off as blood ran down my forearm from the wounds. I screamed in pain and thought that the others would join in, but they only kept the perimeter, glaring at me and waiting until I was completely dead. “I have survived this long…” I said to myself, “And I’m not going to be taken down by one of the devils creations!” I used my other hand to jab my thumb deep into his eye socket. The wolf howled in pain as he let go of my arm and began rolling around on the floor, scratching at his irritated eye. I took my chance to jump forward and kicked him hard in the face. The kick didn’t seem to do anything, but enrage the large wolf. It growled loud and pounced at me, knocking me to the floor and snapping at me with his large jowls. I used my strength to push off the large dog to the ground and pinned him on the ground by using my healthy forearm to press against his neck hard.

Journal of the Insane (Post #17 pt. 2)

2008-07-23T04:57:55Z

The wolves suddenly parted as a larger one stepped forward. It’s teeth were jagged and much bigger then the other wolves, his fur was the blackest black I have ever seen in my life. It was all matted and mussed as if it just won a fight with a grizzly bear. The one thing that struck me was his eyes… it wasn’t a pale green like the others, but the lightest blue ever. Our eyes connected and I instantly knew that he didn’t want to cuddle… he was the first and last creature I will see in this life because the odds of me living weren’t the best. The wind was blowing softly over the cloudy sky and everything was still. The wolf began walking in a circle, snarling and waiting for a good time to attack. My heart was racing with a speed boat across the ocean of fear. The wolf finally and suddenly decided to pounce at me, digging his large teeth into my arm which was raised to defend the wild beast’s malicious attack from getting to my face.

Journal of the Insane (Post #17 pt. 1)

2008-07-23T04:36:26Z

July 22, 2008,
My last statement was confirmed yesterday… the wolves are here and I realized that with a vengeance. I was walking over one of the many hills on this plain and that’s when I saw the pack of fearsome creatures. It didn’t take long for the leader of the group to see me on top of the large hill and suddenly pick up the pace. I turned and tried to run or hide, but I was severely outnumbered and there wasn’t a lone tree for miles of where I was. I continued to run until one of the black furred demons jumped out in front of me. I turned to run the opposite direction, but was cut off and soon they all formed a circle around me. They glared at me with their green, florescent eyes that seemed to pierce my soul as they waited for their leader. Their teeth gleamed with the savage hate I felt surrounding me. It was in the air… the presence of hate… of ferociousness… no pure primal instinct… God I have never been that scared in all my life… I thought I’ve seen it all, but it hasn’t even begun..

Journal of the Insane (Post #16)

2008-07-21T05:44:08Z

July 20, 2008,
Things have been… indifferent… I have finally found a tree to sleep by for the night. My throat is dry and my stomach is screaming in hunger, but I think I’ll be fine… for awhile longer that is. Things picked up and were shot down just as quick. I saw a helicopter fly over my head today… I don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad thing. I mean, they might be looking for me desperately and that helicopter might have given away my whole position. That, or it could mean that there’s a city nearby… but even if there is a settlement, who knows if they’ve heard about my escape? Who knows? Maybe their just waiting for me to walk into town and apprehend me once more… I can’t go back there… I can’t… I have realized that I am no longer alone out here… late at night I hear things… wolves howling in the distance… I can hear their blood thirsty cries and only pray they don’t find me while I sleep… I need to get to a safe place before they decide to find me…

Journal of the Insane (Post #15)

2008-07-20T04:19:07Z

July 19, 2008,
I have been trudging from dawn to dusk… it seems that the mental institution was out in the middle of nowhere. I got a better look at it from a large and saw it perched up on a larger hill and surrounded by the toxic swamps. It seems whoever set me there didn’t want me to escape… but I did… I did damn it and I’m going to figure out what the hell is going on… that is if I ever see a town or a settlement. I have been walking for what seems to be miles upon miles and all I see is plains upon plains. I haven’t seen much vegetation since I left the swamp. Now all I see is large plains upon large plains, it doesn’t seem to have an end. I’m hoping my luck turns around and someone finds me… I don’t want to get this far and die escaping over this rugged terrain. I see the vultures already circling me… they must know that the odds are against me. God… if your hearing this… please don’t be teasing me… just let me get to the bottom of this and I swear I won’t ask for anything else…

Journal of the Insane (Post #14 pt. 2)

2008-07-19T06:46:05Z

As I writhed in pain from internal and external damages, my mind began to run in circles. ‘My life is over…’ I thought to myself, feeling the nausea build in my stomach. I felt hot, viscus fluid in my throat as I vomited all over the mud I had collapsed on. My body continuously threw up, trying to get rid of the toxins, but only more were being inhaled as I blacked out. I thought I died… my body was cold and numb and I couldn’t think of anything. I don’t know what happened… but I awoke a few days later, this morning, and saw the light of the morning sun hit my face. I was no longer inside the forest and I wondered what just happened… I got to my feet and my legs felt like Jello. I shook my head and tried to get my balance back, but I just fell on my ass. I decided not to move for awhile as I leaned over, vomiting again on the dry dirt floor. My throat burned from dehydration and too much vomit running through my esophagus. I hope I’m going to be alright… God I made it this far… please don’t die…

Journal of the Insane (Post #14 pt. 1)

2008-07-19T06:30:24Z

July 18, 2008,
I… got away… I ran so fast through the swamp and, like I prayed, the rotting stench of the swamp covered my trail. I was running in muck and dead animals and stench and shit up to my chest, but I refused to go back to the life I was living in that institution. I begged to God or anyone that was listening for me to get out of the life I was living in before and it seems that it was finally answered. But little did I know that most of the deceased animals that I was trudging past died from one thing only… toxic gasses coming from the swamps decaying plants and diseased mud. I didn’t notice that the invisible gasses were taking their tole until I finally got out of the muck and suddenly felt light headed. The dogs barks were finally fading into nothing, but the world around me suddenly began to turn. My head felt like it was a hot air balloon and I tried to continue to run, but blacked out and fell on the wet dirt floor. (Continue)

Journal of the Insane (Post #13 pt. 2)

2008-07-16T05:19:40Z

The sounds were as if thousands of tornado sirens were going off all at once. I didn’t care and needed to get as far away as possible. I climbed over the fence and then began to hear the dogs barking. I ran into the swamps and prayed to god that the horrible stench would cover my original scent. Oh please… I heard the dogs coming up closer… I need to go… if I don’t return, then this is my final words… if my family ever gets this… I’m sorry I couldn’t get to all of you… and I’m sorry for everything I might’ve done…

Journal of the Insane (Post #13 pt. 1)

2008-07-16T04:32:38Z

July 15, 2008,
The night was cold and still when I decided to leave. All the captors left to their rooms after doing their final runs and slept soundly in their large, well furnished, clean rooms… makes me sick. For a few seconds I was actually thinking of killing each one of them in their rooms… god maybe I do belong here… but I need to figure out if my family is still out there and if they are, do they want me back? It doesn’t matter… I walked to the front glass automatic doors and threw a wooden chair from the waiting room right through them. I heard the sound of the glass shattering which only served as a starter gun for me. I ran through the still falling shards of glass, not bothered by the cuts in my skin, and did not look back. I was halfway down the dirt hill where the facility was perched on when I heard the alarms go off. The alarms were so loud… I was at least a half a mile away and my ears were still deafened by it’s incredible sound. (Continue)

Journal of the Insane (Post #12)

2008-07-15T03:51:36Z

July 14, 2008,
So far so good. I haven’t found a quiet way to get out of here, but nobody has been bothering me also. I usually hang out near the break room and the bathroom that’s connected to it. The bathrooms here are much more better then the public ones we use. There is no rust, no feces on the wall, no urine soaking the floor, and no dead rats… it’s pretty clean. I’m not sure what facility I am at or how the men here get away with what they do. Don’t they have health inspectors or something? Oh well… what I really must think is how to get out of here. The break room is located at the very opposite side of the main exit and their are guards in every single isle. For the first time in my life… I… I don’t know what to do. I’m all out of ideas and I can’t stay for too much longer. I was in charge of feeding and checking on my “prisoner” and every hour I go there I can see more flies accumulating on his body. It’s not long now until they smell the god awful smell and realize what I did…

Journal of the Insane (Post #11)

2008-07-14T04:12:49Z

July 13, 2008,
I can’t believe it worked… The men came here this morning and, like clockwork, they checked on me. They pulled open the eye covers on the door and saw the straight jacketed man in the corner of the room, slumped in the fetal position. They then saw me and I reported that I came here early to make sure he was still here and alive and accidentally “locked myself in.” The men had a good chuckle, but then I heard the locks click and fall into place. The door creaked open and the men waited until I left. I was speechless at first, but didn’t waste much time to dash out of the room. I made sure to hastily walk past the three men I saw so they wouldn’t smell the death on my clothes. My heart was beating so fast… the adrenaline was incredible! I can finally try to find my way out of here! If I find my family again… I swear… I’m going to move so far away so no one could find me… and I can live happily with my family… god how long has it been? I got to go, found a nursing station…

Journal of the Insane (Post #10)

2008-07-13T05:46:30Z

July 13, 2008,
The smell is so infuriating! It just won’t die down at all! As I laid in my sleeping bag last night and began smelling the horrible odor increase little by little, an idea hatched in my head. I’ve always been teaching myself how to slip away from the nightly straight jacket and I finally used it. I slipped out of my jacket and ran over towards the hidden room where I stashed the mans corpse. The closer I got to the dead man, the worse the smell came. It was so overbearing I actually vomited a few times before I finally got used to the smell. After the smell became a custom to me, I put my plan into motion. I stripped the man of his white coat and his strange hat and put him in my straight jacket. Finally! I have a chance to get the hell out of here and find out what has been going on! I moved his lifeless body towards the corner of the room and waited for the others to do their daily checks in the morning. I hope this works… I might actually get out of here and be with my family once again!

Journal of the Insane (Post #9)

2008-07-12T03:46:59Z

July 12, 2008,
I’m sorry I haven’t gotten back to you my friend… after that man I killed “mysteriously disappeared” they’ve been looking everywhere. I was so worried they’d find him or you… but looks like luck was on my side. They did a brief search in my room and when they got to the loose wall piece, they just turned around and walked away. I’m so relieved, but the smell is starting to set in now. It’s beginning to smell like a morgue in here. The scent is not too strong yet, but if one of my captors comes in, they’d definitely know I did it… then… I don’t know what they’d do with me… I don’t even want to think about it. My dreams are becoming more panicked now… I’m starting to think twice about not taking those pills, but I’m trying to think about what to do. The smell is starting to make me vomit slightly, but I’m just hoping a strong breeze comes up and takes out the sickening scent of decomposition. If I’m ever going to sleep, I have to do it now… it’s taking me longer to fall asleep now..