[ WP ] A Mental Inferno

`` Where am I?'' I asked. I stared at the screens, brushing past my field of vision. They went too fast to watch, but it was clear they were memories. I stood on a floating white platform, below me there were flames, screams, and echoes of terrifying thoughts I've had in the past, and I have currently. My own figure stood a few feet away. He had an evil smile, soulless eyes, and was fully unclothed. 
 
 `` Inside yourself.'' His grin grew. He then multiplied. The heat of this oblivion increased, the thoughts grew louder. I try to cover my ears. Failing at the effort. 
 
 *Is it clean? No. Scrub harder. Ca n't get sick. If you get sick you'll die. If you die then your mother will die. Then your brother. Then dad. Then all of your friends because you did n't clean your hands well enough. * 
 
 *Is it clean? No. Scrub harder. Ca n't get sick. If you get sick you'll die. If you die then your mother will die. Then your brother. Then dad. Then all of your friends because you did n't clean your hands well enough* 
 
 *Is it clean? No. Scrub harder. Ca n't get sick. If you get sick you'll die. If you die then your mother will die. Then your brother. Then dad. Then all of your friends because you did n't clean your hands well enough* 
 
 *Is it clean? No. Scrub harder. Ca n't get sick. If you get sick you'll die. If you die then your mother will die. Then your brother. Then dad. Then all of your friends because you did n't clean your hands well enough* 
 
 The thoughts get louder. And louder. Pain shoots up my back. I fall to my knees. 
 
 *Stop staring. She'll think you're a creep. Or even worse, a rapist or some fucking weirdo. But she looks so pretty. Maybe one last peek before she turns her head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She saw you. But she smiled. Maybe she likes you. Yeah. That's it. You should go talk to her. Maybe she will be your girlfriend. Maybe she'll fall in love with you. Maybe you'll get married. And then your parents wo n't be disappointed in you. No. No you ca n't. You have no money. Ca n't go on dates without money. And your hair looks like shit. You look like shit. Your clothes look like shit. You are shit. Yeah. Sit the fuck down. Because nothing good is gon na happen to you if you talk to her. And stop staring. You'll end up infatuated with her like every other girl you see. * 
 
 *Stop staring. She'll think you're a creep. Or even worse, a rapist or some fucking weirdo. But she looks so pretty. Maybe one last peek before she turns her head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She saw you. But she smiled. Maybe she likes you. Yeah. That's it. You should go talk to her. Maybe she will be your girlfriend. Maybe she'll fall in love with you. Maybe you'll get married. And then your parents wo n't be disappointed in you. No. No you ca n't. You have no money. Ca n't go on dates without money. And your hair looks like shit. You look like shit. Your clothes look like shit. You are shit. Yeah. Sit the fuck down. Because nothing good is gon na happen to you if you talk to her. And stop staring. You'll end up infatuated with her like every other girl you see. * 
 
 *Stop staring. She'll think you're a creep. Or even worse, a rapist or some fucking weirdo. But she looks so pretty. Maybe one last peek before she turns her head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She saw you. But she smiled. Maybe she likes you. Yeah. That's it. You should go talk to her. Maybe she will be your girlfriend. Maybe she'll fall in love with you. Maybe you'll get married. And then your parents wo n't be disappointed in you. No. No you ca n't. You have no money. Ca n't go on dates without money. And your hair looks like shit. You look like shit. Your clothes look like shit. You are shit. Yeah. Sit the fuck down. Because nothing good is gon na happen to you if you talk to her. And stop staring. You'll end up infatuated with her like every other girl you see. * 
 
 *Stop staring. She'll think you're a creep. Or even worse, a rapist or some fucking weirdo. But she looks so pretty. Maybe one last peek before she turns her head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She saw you. But she smiled. Maybe she likes you. Yeah. That's it. You should go talk to her. Maybe she will be your girlfriend. Maybe she'll fall in love with you. Maybe you'll get married. And then your parents wo n't be disappointed in you. No. No you ca n't. You have no money. Ca n't go on dates without money. And your hair looks like shit. You look like shit. Your clothes look like shit. You are shit. Yeah. Sit the fuck down. Because nothing good is gon na happen to you if you talk to her. And stop staring. You'll end up infatuated with her like every other girl you see. * 
 
 `` STOP PLEASE.'' I plead. But they keep getting louder. They keep getting louder. They keep getting louder. They keep getting louder. Sharp pain starts in my arms. Blood erupts from my wrists. 
 
 *Okay. You did the sign of the cross for the seventh time. Now God will love you. But wait! 7 is an odd number. God might not like odd numbers. Do it again. Eight is an even number. Whew. But hold on. 6 is also an even number. And evil. Do ten. Ten is a good, solid number. Do your nightly 3 prayer routine 10 times too. Because it HAS be equal. Or else you and your family will go to hell. And burn in eternity. * 
 
 I slump over the edge of the platform. And fall limp through the flames. My arms heal. I feel no pain. I land on a cushioned chair. Staring at a TV riddled with static. It's light radiates the dark room. Beside the chair is a revolver. I pick it up, and check the cylinder. Fully loaded. I aim the gun to my temple. 
 
 And pull the trigger.
