[ WP ] A story with no point . Just the ramblings of someone committed to a mental institution .

Every day, the same. An unescapeble monotone throughout life. Wake up, dress, work, drive, sleep. Until 3 days ago. I woke up to a phone, apparently mine, ringing. I answer, hearing only static. 30 seconds later, it hangs up. I dress, and decide to eat a bagel instead of cereal. I drink coffee, like usual. Work was... interesting. Everyone stared, my poster seemed, darker. I thought my skirt was stained, My flats dirty. I looked, they were pristine, I do n't know. I left work and went to a friends house, since I did n't see them much. I drove home and slept. I saw a shadow at my blinds. I woke up to ringing, louder. I answered. The static, louder, louder, louder. Something else, too, whimpering. Work was worse. They smiled, the poster was almost demonic. I nearly hit someone. I went home, took narcotics, and last saw a figure peeking through my open blinds. I wake up. More ringing. I answered, shaking, shaking. The static was replaced with childlike screams. I heard screeches, everything felt.... vivid. I dressed, and walked to work. Everyone looked, empty. Their mouths gaunt, pupils so small they were n't there. A lot of calls were made. I drove home, my car looked different. I slept, last seeing a child knocking on my window. I wake up, to knocks. My door opens, and I see empty people, empty, soulless beings. They knew. I knew. I heard screams, from some guttaral animal. The last sight I beheld was my child, being brought inside from her leash. I sleep. I wake to a barren white room, no windows, a phone with white noise. I answer, hearing muffled screams and tears. I slam the phone down, running, running from the white ones. I fall, and I stay down. They know about my daughter. I sleep.
