Diagnosed schizophrenic and having suffered from depression and anxiety most of her life, 22 year old Nonie is admitted into a psychiatric ward for attempting suicide. They know she’s afraid of something but getting her to talk about it remains a challenge, and convincing her it’s not real but that she has an illness is a whole other story.
“Tell me about Charles.” Dr. Burnell requested.
“Ch…arles..” Nonie began.
“…” Nonie glanced up at the doctor, her dark brown eyes large as if she were permanently surprised or perhaps as if she had seen something terrible she could never forget. She looked as if she were about to start, but her lips did not move.
“Since you’ve arrived here you haven’t spoken anything but one word. The nurses tell me you’ve woken up screaming every single night and all they could get out of you was the name Charles. You say his name over and over again.”
The doctor waited to see if she would respond to his claim but all she did was stare at him for a moment and look away.
“How about this Nonie, tell me one thing about Charles. It can be anything. Even just one word.” Dr. Burnell waited in anticipation.
Nonie looked down as if thinking. A few minutes passed, then slowly her head raised up.
“Eyes?” the doctor repeated.
She stared into his eyes for a moment.
“Black eyes.” she ascertained.
The doctor looked at her for a second.
Nonie covered her eyes with her hands and bent forward.
“Don’t! Don’t make me!” She repeated this over and over again in a panic.
“Okay Nonie, it’s okay. That’ll be all for today. I’ll have the nurse escort you back to your room. We can talk again tomorrow.”
Nonie stopped rocking back and forth and slowly uncovered her eyes, staring down to the ground.
Dr. Burnell got up and walked to the door, popping his head out to call for the nurse. Nonie walked past him soundlessly as if she were walking on air and followed her back to her room.
Nonie grasped tighter onto the bedsheets below her chin, holding her breathe. A dim light entered from the hallway through the tiny square window. Wide eyed, she was afraid to blink for if she did she was afraid something might appear in that split second she had her eyes shut. She breathed shallowly hoping that if it appeared she wasn’t moving then whatever she was afraid of couldn’t see her. She knew this wasn’t really true but it gave her a tiny bit of comfort.
It seemed like an eternity of anxiety had passed. She began to doze off a bit from all the sleepless nights prior.
As she fought to keep her eyes open, she started to go numb in her arms and legs. they felt tingly and before she could stop it from coming on she couldn’t move.
Every breathe out was filled with anticipation and terror. She could only move her eyes.
Nonie started to attempt to wiggle her toe to get out of the paralysis.
Suddenly she felt a heaviness consume the room around her, and she knew it was there.
Pressure suddenly surrounded her neck, as if hands were grasping at her throat but she could see nothing in front of her but the darkness.
She was choking.
She couldn’t breathe.
A deep, guttural voice spoke.
“LET ME IN.”
..N..oo! She thought in terror.
“LET ME IN!”
Her mouth seemed to be forced open as she felt a heavy dark smoke entered her body. She felt it slowly move through her, from her throat,through her chest, down through her stomach and through her legs.
“Hhhhhaa!” She gasped, her body shot up in bed and she frantically looked around the room.
It was gone.