Own's Antichrist

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”― Stephen King

“Is she OK?” Social worker's eyes were filled with worry, as he looked at the nurse.
“Yes. She's been like this for days... Attacking everyone who comes closer to her, and when she is alone, she hits pillows and walls.”
“Do you know what happened to her?”
“Nobody would tell us. All I know is that she suffered a major trauma.”
“Yes.” He said quietly, staring at the girl behind the bulletproof glass. “She did suffer a major trauma. Trauma that involves a family massacre.” 

***

     She stared at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. There was something sinister in it. She looked like a ghost in her white sleeping gown. When did she become so pale? She looked at the dark circles around her eyes, her black tousled hair and the dull gaze of her light blue eyes. She haven't slept for seven days in a row. The reflection made her feel disgusting. 

     

     Her hand formed a tight fist and she hit the center of the mirror. Disbelief filled her as the reflection of her in the remaining parts of the glass smiled. She backed away and as she removed her hand from the mirror, big chunks of glass broke down and scattered around the floor. Hand was pulsating from pain. She walked backwards until she reached the wall behind her, and then she slid on the floor, still duly staring at her hand that had pieces of glass sticking out of it. She plucked the bigger ones that she could see. Blood was gushing from the wound in enormous quantities. For a minute she thought that somehow she sliced her artery, because there was too much blood for a wound like hers. 

     She stood up on her shaking legs and took a bandage from the cabinet. Wrapping it around her hand seemed in vain, because by the time she was finished, it was already soaked with blood. She looked over to the broken mirror, where only few stubborn parts of glass were standing now. Anxious feeling of evil lessened, but did not leave. She dressed for school, but something wasn't quite right yet. As if something was in the back of her mind, protected by the veil, that is just about to become transparent but somehow yet eludes. She exited the building to the street and went towards the school. It was about six in the morning and there was no one in sight at the half-dark block. As if the world has gone quiet. No bird, no dog, no car passing by could be heard... There was only this absolute silence that brought a bad premonition in her heart. Suddenly it hit her. It was there! 

     The thought that followed her all morning. It appeared and just as it did, it timidly hid in the safe sanctum of her unconscious mind. She closed her eyes, hoping it will come back eventually, and focused on the trail of thoughts that led to a mysterious revelation. Nothing happened. She couldn't focus, because everything she saw with her eyes closed was bloody red color. Something made her turn around and looked over to the building where she lived. There, in one of the windows on the second floor, a face was standing, a face that made her scream. It was gray like the ashes, long and deformed. Instead of it's eyes, there were two black holes, and it's mouth distorted like in a scarecrow.

     She screamed, desperately looking around herself, not knowing who to ask for help. In the back of her mind, she knew she had to go back to the apartment. Something so strong was pulling her inside, with invisible strings, towards the place where she knew, only horror awaits. Monster disappeared behind the curtains and the paralysis slowly left her body. 

     Without thinking, she rushed towards the entrance to the building, searching her bag for keys. Her hands quivered and when she finally found the key, she had trouble getting it in the lock. She rushed up the stairs, as if she flew. Again, she had trouble with keys to the front door of the apartment. She was shaking now, with her whole body, as she cautiously made her way step by step. Bloody hand prints were all over the walls, with different messages and different drawings. She came closer to one print and put her hand next to it. They were almost the same size. 

     Fear crept up her throat, clenching it and making her breathing difficult. Needles were under her skin. Chills under her hair. Horrid stench made her sick. Despite everything, she kept going forward, passing through the bloody hallway. There was no one in the living room. Curtains were moving, and on it, she saw a bloody palm. Everything was bloody in the room, just like in the hallway. Doors of her parents bedroom were slightly opened. She came closer and pushed them. They opened wide with squeaking sounds, letting unthinkable amount of terror in her mind. Bodies were butchered almost to being unknown, sliced up extremities, organs pulled out and patches of peeled skin all over them. 

     Room was completely covered in red. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't because her throat was cramped. She wanted to run away, but her legs just wouldn't listen. Then she saw pieces of the mirror she broke that morning on the floor and she knew that her parents were butchered with them. Flinching backwards, she managed to look away from the bodies. Unstable on her feet, she entered the living room. As she did, she puked, but only the green acid, because she haven't eaten anything lately. Suddenly, she felt extremely tired and she fell on her knees. Then she tried to crawl her way out of the apartment. Her sight gotten fuzzy and she felt nauseated again. Something crunched under her right hand. Another bloody part of the mirror. Piece was really big and as she lifted it, she could see her reflection. But, instead of a young girl, with dark circles around her skyish blue eyes, she saw a mask of terror from her nightmares. The same face that stood earlier on the window. It couldn't be her. She threw the piece into a wall, as the horrid loathing towards herself, crept into her bones. It couldn't be her. She screamed with all her voice, until she passed out. 

***

“She remembers everything?” Medical nurse asked with curiosity.

“We're not sure. It's hard to evaluate that, because she can no longer communicate normally.”

“Who found her that day?”

“Police found her, after the neighbors reported unusually long scream. She lay in her hallway, with her clothes completely covered in blood.”

“Poor girl...” She said quietly looking at the girl that was punching her head at the pillow covered wall. “Surviving a thing like that...”

“I didn't tell you the twist.”

Nurse looked him curiously into the eyes.

“She did it...”

Shocked gaze of the nurse wandered between the girl and the social worker.

“It can't be!”

“It can. Girl is suffering form a rare form of schizophrenia. The reality she sees is distorted beyond our own imagination.”

“But, she looks so innocent...” Nurse protested.

“Just like her, you can't trust everything you see.”

“What will happen with her?”

“She'll spend her life in walls just like these, isolated from the world she could hurt with her visions.”

“That's not a life...” Nurse said more to herself than to her companion.

***

     Medical nurse was carrying food to the patients of the mental hospital. She came over the padded room, which was supposed to hold a mysterious girl with blue eyes. She peeked through the glass on the door, but couldn't see the patient. After a little jumping around the door, trying to see all the corners of the room, she decided to enter. She knew about the terrible past of the girl and she hesitated a little, before finally opening the door. 

     Girl was curled up in one of the corners. She held her knees tightly, and kept her head lowered. She was moving in even intervals and the nurse realized the girl was crying. As she came closer to her, she put the platter with food onto the ground. Slowly, she reached out and gently went across her thick black hair.

“Honey, don't cry...” She was worryingly looking at the girl..

     Girl's head lifted, but her eyes weren't teary. Moreover, she was laughing. Her face was beautiful, but that smile made it look demonic. Nurse was shocked, staring back at her, hypnotized by the look, thus making a mistake of not leaving the cell immediately.

“Have they told you what I've done?” Girl said, still grinning.

     Her pupils were strangely small, and her blue eyes so bright, they almost looked white. Nurse managed to stand up, grasping onto the fact that she stared at the devil himself. She walked backwards, to the door, but the girl was lightning fast.

     She lashed onto the nurse and started biting of big patches of skin. She was unusually strong for a little girl, and nurse was grabbing through air, trying to free herself. Blood gushed out of the wounds, and drenched the floor around them. Nurse was screaming from fear and pain. In a couple of minutes, guards appeared and threw themselves onto the girl. Each one was fighting to hold one of her extremities, but she kept kicking and fighting back.

     Nurse crawled toward the exit and other frightened nurses took her by the hands and up righted her. Girl's face was smeared with red sticky blood, and she licked her lips with hunger, lookin at the nurse.

“I am free!” She said, never taking her eyes of her prey. 

“Free!” She tilted her head, and started laughing sinister. “Free!” 

***

     Medical nurse shivered. It was dark of the night and she was in her bathroom, leaned onto the sink. It's been seven days since the incident in the hospital and she haven't slept all that time. No painkillers or sleeping pills managed to calm her down. She carried fear in her heart and a sinister feeling just wouldn't go away. Did she forget something? She looked up at the mirror. It wasn't her...

Reviews

[TheSweet]

Your writing doesn't get nearly enough views on these sights. Stories like this should be viewed by a much wider audience. There are a few things I thought a tony bit off - like I think it'd be creepier if nobody actually knew what was wrong with her, rather than the special case of schizophrenia - it saves logical and symptom based issues too. Also, it tends to be arterys that gush the most blood rather than veins.

But other than those - I thought it a great work :) definitely would read more if this was extended at all.

[Misty_Prophet]

Thank you honestly :)
Maybe something got lost in translation, but the thing is that, in the very end when the nurse looks up in the mirror, she sees it's not her reflection. Meaning, there is no schizophrenia, there is a demon inside of a girl who became free when she had bitten the nurse. Demon then occupied her body.
As for the blood, it wasn't even the girls. At the time she was in the bathroom, she had already committed the murder, but the demon blinded her, and the thing she remembered for a second, outside of the building, was her common sense emerging from the back of her mind, trying to tell her of what she has done. And so, it was really the guilt that led her back into the building where she found her mutilated parents.

Hopefully, this clears a few things.
Thank you for the review! :)