KALOPSIA

"A condition where things appear more beautiful than they really are..."

AMREN pov.

I lost....

I lost control again, and just like that I let the darkness inside my head engulf me. Wrapping me in a blanket of darkness, consuming my each and every thought and my motions, turning me into what they call the Amren. A monster trapped inside of a beautiful body. Fighting it only makes it worse. Dreaming, running, no way to escape this dark fate bestowed upon me.....

I'm a prisoner inside my own body, but only at night.

Suddenly a cold splash against my face and bust jolted me awake, my monsters weren't only in my dreams....

"Wake up sleeping beauty, you know what time it is." he uttered in a cheery tone.

"Keep your hands off me! " i spat back at him

"Feisty are we? "  he tilted my chin with his forefinger and looked me right in the eyes. If it weren't for these chains and shackles, i would have strangled him.

"You better watch your tone little girl, you know what happens when you disrespect me"

I turned my head away, trying to get away from his hand, he gave a booming laugh and then walked off. I hope he doesn't return.

How long would i have to endure torture from this savage human being? Can't he see that I'm also partially human? I have feelings too.

A nurse came in, Jocelyn. She loosened my restraints and picked me up from my knees. My feet feel sticky, leaving scarlet footprints behind me. She walked me to a hospital bed inside another room and told me to strip and lay face down on the bed. Every inch of my body is on fire as i undressed and limped to the bed, my back and arms still raw from the last time i got smart with Dr Kingsley. I lay there, still, enjoying the wee bit of freedom from my bounds, while Jocelyn cleans my wounds, feeling a sting every now and again.

Jocelyn never speaks much but i think she likes me, she cleans my wounds, sneaks in a few extra snacks for me, calms me down when i have an unsettling nightmare. Jocelyn is short and stocky, with round, serious dark eyes, ebony skin, full lips, high cheek bones and braided black hair. She seems young. Perhaps in her mid 30s. She rarely uses her voice, but when she does it's to sing. She has a sweet, melodic voice. She sings when she has to work nightshift, i guess it's all that keeps her calm and entertained.

I'm 17, locked in a mental asylum, and i get treated like dirt. After nurse Jocelyn cleaned my wounds she helped me to get dressed, carefully not to touch my aching, exposed ribs or my raw back. I would have been a pretty girl, i guess.....perhaps if my cheeks were fuller, my eyes were alive, my body was unscathed and fed and my hair was clean and neat. I could have found love quite easily if it weren't for what i am. A disgusting, ugly, horrid creature, trapped inside a beautiful and alluring body.

I have dull green eyes, oily jet black knots for hair, greyish pale skin with visible blue veins. My cheeks are sunken in, making my chin and cheeks look as sharp as a blade. Scars run all along my back down to my upper right leg. My ribs and spine are clearly visible and tinted blue. My legs are long, thin and weak.

Jocelyn walks me back to my confined cell where a security guard forces me down om my knees, chaining each arm to a wall and bounding my ankles with shackles. The floor is clean, sometimes when i wake up from a deep induced slumber i find myself sitting in a pool of scarlet. Blood.

Dr Kingsley returned with a large syringe filled with a drug, a type of sedative that makes me dream, terrible dreams. Just before he injects me with the drug they hooked me up to a machine which monitors my actions and brain function.

I do not fear a lot of things but that drug is one of my worst fears, it forces me back into a world i don't want to be in..... my own head filled with demons and monsters and it scares the heck out of me.

I knew begging would only make me look more pathetic, giving dr Kingsley the necessary satisfaction to stroke his ego and make him feel more powerful.

"Goodnight, love...." he whispered into my ear in a mocking, lover tone. He knows I'll never be able to find love, because of what i am.

I shut my eyes and hope that it will all pass soon. A small pinch followed by immense pain. My whole body is on fire again. I can feel every single razor cutting through my fair skin. The worst of all is, the razor like thorns are a part of me, they live underneath my fair skin. Just like that i lost control all over again, drifting, into the dark corners of my very own mind. Thrashing, screaming. Screaming until i don't sound human to myself anymore. This monster is just too much for my body to handle, gripping me around my throat and entering my body from the inside of my mind. My eyes flutter  open and they are pitch black.....