It Happened On A Tuesday-Pt. 1.2

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With every step that my pursuer took towards me I took another away. It was moving slowly so I was at a steady pace of walking just trying to see what was in front of me. I took another look back to see that it was now on all fours crawling towards me like that was its natural position. His eyes gleamed brighter than his mouth now and his mouth closed and opened from time to time revealing his black sharp teeth that could have been from a shark.

As he was moving towards me I could see that where his feet were touching left black dripping stains that spread out along the floor boards, his body did this too whenever it touched something. Like liquid corruption and chaos was leaving his body and consumed everything it touched I couldn't help but think of what would happen if he ever got the chance to touch me. 

I wouldn't let him touch me, of course, but I couldn't help but wonder what would happen. Would I become apart of him? Would I be sucked up into oblivion with no way out? None of the thoughts had the potential of lightening up the situation or the pursuers soul as far as I'm concerned. A big gut feeling of déjà vu went through my stomach and for another moment I could have sworn that I could taste it as well. The same kind of taste whenever I thought about my youth, weird when you think about it but it really was a certain guy feeling with an actual taste. 

Because of this déjà vu I felt in my gut, I felt as if I knew where I was going; I didn't know the destination but I knew where to turn. Left. I knew something about that direction was right. I turned and waited a few seconds to let my pursuer get closer so I could see everything in front of me. Above me read a sign that said 'West Ward', wherever I was it couldn't have been good.

I looked towards several rooms and everything looked the same. Solid metal doors with a little square window at shoulders length. Long metal bars every few inches were over the window and while I was looking into the room I could see that bars were covering the windows to the outside as well. The window lay directly in front of the door a few feet away, the room was rectangular and proceeded only to my right just enough to fit a metal frame of a bed. 

No one was inside but I knew someone lived there because a picture frame sat on top of a small dresser that was in front if the window. It was of a young woman that looked like she was just getting out of bed, hair a mess but a big smile on her face. The creature that was following me was now only a few feet away from me so I began to walk away and look into another window that was several more feet down the hallway. This one was more decorated. Purple curtains were draped over the window but the drawers to the dresser were pulled out and clothes were thrown around the room—nobody showed their face here either. 

I could hear my pursuer gurgle a little bit as if it was choking on its own saliva or maybe worse, blood as I only wished that this hallway wouldn't end. There was no thrill of the chase yet I found myself sweating with the anxiety that was pulsing through my veins. I turned back to look at the monster to see that he was now standing in his tracks. He swayed back and forth moving his weight from one foot to the other but no step forward followed. I tilted my head sideways as I looked at him in confusion and I dared to do what most wouldn’t. As every step got me closer to him a heat was burning down my neck and into my clothes. I was sweating more by each and every step toward the strange being.

Screeching followed, as I was a mere few feet away and my heart started pounding with adrenaline and fear. I turned to find my body on the ground struggling to get up and I looked toward my foot to see several black monsters with bright eyes coming from under the monsters robe. They squirmed up and tried to grab my feet as I kicked them away in a panic.

I began to rush into the darkness not wanting to turn around to see the thing behind me and before I knew it I ran into a mere man. I fell to the floor while looking up to the man and his head was down facing the floor. He raised his hand to rearrange the glasses on his nose to look up at me and I wanted to scream as I saw the blackness of his eyes peer into my soul but no sound came out of my lungs.

Several more men in white shirts and ties walked around me to grab my arms as I kicked and crawled to get away from the men but they overpowered me with their strength in numbers. I was tied down to a chair with bands that held my arms and legs against the chair reframing from any movement that I could make and when all was lost I stopped struggling. I lowered my head as I attempted to catch my breath trying to figure out what was going to happen to me as the men dragged the chair behind them. I looked back up to see the man I ran into looking down to several pieces of paper in his hands nodding as if nothing was good in the world.

Sounds of riots echoed through the halls as we continued further down the one I was in and as I looked from side to side I could see people behind their closed doors screaming and pounding while looking at me with such intensity through the tiny windows of their rooms. The men who were pulling me along stopped and as the man in front of me caught up with me he bent down to look at me from my point of view and smiled as he looked into my eyes.

'You gave us quite a scare there you know? If only you could talk, then there would be so much we could learn from you but I digress.' He stood back up and addressed the men who were behind me. 'Put him back into solitary. And I want to know how he got out in the first place! I'll talk to you men in the morning.' The men rolled my chair into a room full of cushions and closed the door behind them. The click of the locks sounded as if they were my death wish and I wished that I couldn't hear another noise in my life but seconds after they left a slight ticking on the other side of the door began. The monster rose up to look through the tiny window and stared at me and continued till I fell asleep. 

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The pain was becoming a little too much for me to handle; I looked to a tray and table that was on the side of the gurney. Inside the tray was various bloody surgical instruments and several injectors—a few already been used--a bottle to the side of all of the injections read '(RS)-2-(2-Chlorophenyl)-2-(methyl-amino) cyclohexanone’ I did not know what this was but looking at the little bottle, much of it has already been used. I figured that this already has been used by me so at this point I figured that there was nothing to lose.

I fumbled my hands towards one of the injectors but it was hard to keep my hands steady but over time I had my hands on the injector and the unknown liquid. Placing the needle within the bottle I heard more noises around me; looking around I noticed that more of the doors to the cryogenic coffins were opening and the tables that the bodies were on were slowly approaching the rest of the world. 

I immediately took the needle and stabbed it into my side near my massive cut that I had supposedly made—that was my best guess—and relief overcame my body almost instantly. I threw the injector to the side as I was trying to maintain my balance on the ground, my feet grew numb and in a short time the rest of my body did as well. The floor moved from beneath my feet knocking me down to the ground and the gurney wheeled away from me. 

I woke up in a sweat when I came back to the real world. I noticed that from my placement I tried to make my way to the door again because I was nearer to it than I was before but my body gave up before it had the chance to touch the doorknob. The pain in my side was gone again as before but since I had control over my body and everything else I could only figure it to be wearing off fully fairly soon. I moved my body a little to sit myself up—the door was about three feet behind me now—looking forward everything seemed to be in the same positions as I left them. Everything seemed foggy like steam was settled on my eyes as like it does to a window. My body broke out in a sweat as the lights flickered and failed. 

There were no bodies out on any of the tables that were out of all of the cryogenic coffins that were around me but there were still a good dozen of the doors that were still closed. One thing that I did see that stood out from the others was something that made me think of a big black shadow that was in one of the corners of the room. After a few more seconds of examining the object that stood no the other side of the room I noticed that it in fact had its own shadow. Long stringy black fibers hung from every inch of the figure and even though this object was more than just a shadow, it looked as if it was just some two dimensional object. I couldn't see its head because it was hunched over showing some large deformation on its back but I could tell that this was not just some ordinary being.

As it breathed in and out I could hear some sort of wheeze; it had a hard time breathing and I almost wanted to help but something was just plain off with it. I could have sworn that I was in a dream; everything seemed to float around me and I felt weightless when I got up to my feet. As I got up to take a few cautious steps to the figure it started to sway back and forth. I began to hear a soft beating 'pump pump, pump pump'; it sounded fairly week at first but as the minutes passed I was able to figure out what it was. 

When I was fairly young my father took me to work with him whenever my mother was visiting her sister during the weekend. All of us kept to ourselves, away from the community and tended to our family as a whole; my parents taught me to never trust the hearts of men, they prey to deceive. No one else was able to see the inner workings of our family and to be honest—it was comforting. Because of my fathers job he always carried a stethoscope with him and on the long nights when he was highly involved with work he gave me his own personal stethoscope. I placed it against my father’s chest from time to time to hear a soft beating of a heart renounce itself from the inner cavity of his body.

Constant fluid beats resonated out from within him and into my ears like it was the soft music of the living—chills rolled down my spine from my satisfaction. My father soon pointed out to me that I, my very solid self, also had this soft music within me. He placed it against my chest but I could not hear any music as I did hear within my father. It felt cold and thick as ice as if it was from every piece of darkness that you could find on the planet. In reality nothing was wrong, I couldn't hear the music that I longer for that dwelled within my father and that worried me. It worried me to such a certain point that it began to control my life; I grew motionless and unsettled in the brightness of everyday to a certain point that it sickened me but no one could recognize this. 

That cold and strained heartbeat that echoed through the air sounded as if it was my own sick self revealing to the world that I was no longer sane. I could hear the blood rush in and out as if it was right next to my ear as tearing ensued within the heart to make a soft drip that I could hear on the floor beneath me and as I looked repeatedly beneath me it was as if my face was bleeding but no opening could be found. As a few more steps proceeded towards the dark figure it began to stir more and the rushing of blood onto the floor trickled even faster as if it was pouring from the walls but it was anything but. Like a storm drain overflowing, little drainage holes on the floor poured bright crimson liquid—the smell of it flowed through my nostrils and it was a solid fact that I was now standing in blood. 

When I looked back up the figure had now turned to be what I could figure to be looking at me. All I could see was black and the swaying motions of the figure to sway the loose clothing on it back and forth through the air. A bright light began to appear from the figure and then another two; no reflection shined off from the light, just solid, empty darkness. I then began to notice that two of the smaller lights were eyes as the third larger one was a mouth all in their appropriate places. The mouth grew larger and the bright white light from the eyes grew in intensity. The figure started to tilt its head back, straightening out its spine to begin to grow higher in stature then a piercing noise echoed out from its mouth.

A loud high-pitched squeal of a thousand mourning screams nearly paralyzed my body to leave me motionless but I covered my ears milliseconds before it began. I turned around to look back at the exit and the rather large doors remained shut but it was my only exit so I began to charge at it to take a full blow through my body. As I ran towards it blood splashed around me and all over my body to leave me covered in red and by the time that I reached the door I could say that I was soaked in it. A loud clinging occurred as I collided with the door but I knew that I was able to break through and within seconds I found myself on the floor trying to get up as the blood began to flow outside of the room. 

From where I was at I could take off in any of the three other direction around me but the one that stood out to me was in front of me due to a rather large winding staircases heading up to another level. I began to run up the stairs as I looked behind me to see the figure limping towards while sending out screeches of self-loathing and agony. No lights were on in the hallways leaving everything pitch black but because of the bright lights of the pursuer behind me I could see a fair amount of distance in front of me but only if I remained in the sight of my pursuer. 

I was left with a difficult situation that could possibly leave me with one outcome and that was to remain close to my pursuer in order to move forward and away from that same pursuer. I could only hope that with no knowledge of where I was going I would not find myself in a dead end. This would most likely be a very dangerous strategy but as I reached the top of the staircase not able to see anything I was certain that it had to be done.

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As I close my eyes I am offered images and movements in preparation for a relaxing darkness. Within the darkness, words are written. A sentence follows; It Happened On A Tuesday. Those simple five words raised anger within my stomach and I felt a crawling underneath skin of worms and various insects. I was sick; that was a solid fact and because of that I am institutionalized, living in my own room of soft materials and a locked door at all times.

When I opened up my eyes from my slumber I looked around to see myself in the oddest of places. I was in fact no longer in my room but in the morgue that was in my complexes basement. This is where people go when they die and I knew for a fact that I was not dead. Maybe I was still asleep but I pinched myself to wake me up and nothing happened other than a sharp pain in my arm. 

Looking around the room, I was on a gurney that was in the middle of the room with all of the cryogenic coffins around me. This place was built to look like some forensics laboratory but it was anything but. So many of my friends have been placed here after there passing and I cannot recall a single funeral for them, like they died before anyone even knew it and kept like some great secret.

Maybe I was dead?

I knew that couldn't be true either because I could feel the environment around me, see everything within the room and I could smell some damp odor of growing mold. I could hear and taste everything just fine but nothing reacted to those senses but my ability to speak is greatly reduced to that of an average person. You see, I have the inability to speak or as many people call it 'mute' I am still able to make sounds with my throat and give out an occasional grunt or yell but no words could be formed out of my tongue.

I haven't always been like this, it was only a few years ago that I could talk to my peers but since the events that occurred to me those many years ago, my body went into shock and my voice was taken from me. My lack of speech had no impact on my intelligence however, I could still read and write with such a professionalism that many call me a genius but with me not being able to speak my mind now and various mental diseases, many call me a threat to society. I do not see this within myself because I in fact believe that everything I go through is real and I am yet to prove it to people but everyone disagrees. One day I will prove myself right through all this time and people would finally understand me but till then I am only classified to be insane and in a morgue.

This room I was in would prove a shocker to anyone else to step foot in it but for me, I somehow feel responsible. Bloody handprints and various smears littered all of the pieces of stainless steel and ceramic tiles that were within the room but even worse, the blood was all over me too. Looking down to my body I was completely naked and covered in blood and as I looked to my left side there was a massive cut from my armpit down to my waist.

Looking closely to it I could tell that it was taken care of and had been sewn shut with a needle and thread—I knew this because the needle was still attached to the thread at the bottom of the cut still hanging out of my own flesh. I didn't know if myself or anyone else did this but I knew that the proper pain relievers were in affect because I didn't feel a single thing coming from out of the cut.

I got up off the gurney stumbling onto my feet hoping that the questions I had in my head could be answered but they weren't going to be for as long as I waited in this room. Looking around I could see a basket of various patients’ clothes; I wasn't picky so I picked up a shirt and pants to cover up all of the blood on me and to conceal my cut. If this was all real, I had to make sure nobody has seen what has happened and when they do, they don't think it was my doing.

I began to walk towards the main doors, which were a set of French doors with thick glass, and solid wood doors. The lock was on the other side and there was no lock on my side so when I twisted the handle and it didn't budge, my heart dropped to the floor and a twisting went through my gut. I was locked inside of this room with many of my dead friends and my thoughts that could very well kill me but before I knew it, lights turned on outside of the room and everything set up like a prologue to a movie.

The lights that were on in the room I was standing in turned off and the only light I could see was from outside of the room and peering through the glass on the doors. The light was too bright on the other end so I could only make out silhouettes but two people were walking alongside together as one walks in front of the other to stop directly in front of the door, I could only suppose they were doctors within the building, one of them spoke.

'What do you make out of patient 1421667?'

'1667?' The other doctor asked 'There isn't too much to tell because of the fact that 1667 is a mute. There’s no telling on the condition that is within 1667's brain because any examination or counseling towards 1667 is inefficient and ineffective due to 1667's stubbornness. I know 1667 is your patient but there is no helping 1667. I can see 1667 living here for a long time, maybe till death but if 1667 keeps acting out with severe behaviors, there’s no helping anything because the committee will take action before we could explain ourselves. If you want to keep 1421667, you have to make your move fast and find a way to communicate or to understand 1667. I think its a lost cause now but if you still believe in 1667, then act.' The other doctor nodded and took a couple steps away to turn back to the other.

'What if I use research method number sixty four?'

'That’s a long and dangerous stretch but if you are able to get the committee to accept that action, then you have made more time but if it doesn't work, well I hope you have another career option.'

'I know but I have been looking through Ritchford's papers and I think it would really benefit 1667.'

'Then do it if you are really confident about it but remember, yours and 1667's life is on the line.' The two men walked away and all I could wonder was what I could do to benefit my future and preserve my life. These behaviors they say I have are in fact what they say but I act out on the preservation on my own life. I may be seeing things but they do actual physical damage to me and everything around me, no one yet has seen these so called 'hallucinations' but I know they are more than just that. 

I didn't have another second to myself. Before I knew it, the lights from the other side of the door dimmed and then shut off as well as leaving everything silent. I was now in complete darkness and those itches—that I always seem to get under my skin—returned to crawl in my arms and legs. This could very well just turn me insane slowly, all the way up to my last dying gasp for air. A crash sounded from behind me and I turned to it immediately. It was on the other side of the room but it was a sound of breaking and bending metal vibrating through the airwaves. I stood my ground in anticipation to hear anything else within the darkness, nothing sounded but some emergency lights turned on in one of the corners of the room. The back up light lacked power itself; it flickered on and off from short to prolonged periods of time. 

I searched the room to see if I could figure out where the sound echoed from and it was from one of the cryogenic coffins that one of the bodies laid in. I couldn't think about anything else I could do to steer me away from the strange noises so I did what most wouldn't do. It was curiosity you could say, curiosity is what you can blame for my actions but by the time I reached the other side of the room, curiosity only raised more. A light stream of blood flowed out from the coffin and the body was poking out of it by about a foot or two. I got closer to look at the cadavers and it was shocking to see that it was myself. 

Out of every living thing in the world, I was the only thing that appeared to be dead—surely I had to be dreaming. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes to put me into deep thought. I could feel, I had to be alive but what the hell could be happening to me? I reopened my eyes to look at my body again to see something crawling underneath my dead bodies skin. It crawled and twisted around my chest and another headed up an arm, before I knew it they all centralized to my left side.

I moved the sheet off of my body so I could see where they were and no cut lied within my side like the one I have currently. A little tare began on the side to become deeper and longer—whatever was inside of me, wanted to get out. I could see the creatures under my skin push themselves forward up to the surface. Tearing and cracking sounded in the air and just then the pain on my own side began but seconds before it was able to exit the body, it stopped leaving me in pain. I leaned back onto the gurney that was behind me in shock and in pain, I had to collect myself before I could make another move.      

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