[ WP ] You are a patient in a psych ward . You decide to break out , but find that the entire place was abandoned long ago

I've had it with this. I'm out. 
 
 Wait, the door's unlocked? That was n't expected... 
 
 What, you mean there's no-one here?! So how have I been fed? Watered? *Clothed? * 
 
 I feel them. Crawling all over the place. Monsters, tiny little things. 
 
 I did n't kill that girl, you know. She killed herself. I was just the divine tool. The dog, though, that was me. Doing God's work. 
 
 I find the refectory. It's empty. The walls, they bleed. Like the righteous. Or the corrupt. 
 
 A siren, sings. Alarm? No. Maybe. Yes? 
 
 I hear them. Empty chairs at empty tables. Sadness. A weaver. Deceit? Could be. Not seeing. 
 
 F'taghn? Wharr? It's empty. Like me. Nothing but God. Nothing but Satan. Nothing but bleak. 
 
 The paint, it peels. Feels like honey. Broken honey. I feel them again. I stand on them. Broken souls, broken minds, broken **things**. 
 
 Precious. Stolen. *Sanity*. Satan roams. Stolen corridors. Minds. Memory. 
 
 No-one. They come. He Who Walks. She Who Sees. The Five. Book. Alignment. Spiritual. Scion? 
 
 Her body. MY hands. No-one. 
 
 No-one. 
 
 No-one. 
 
 No-one. No-one. No-one. No-one. No-one. No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one.No-one. 
 
 Heart. Blood. **Empty**. 
 
 Time to go. Mask on. Pretend. 
 
 There's nothing left for me here. I've seen through their lies. I will walk out of here. Once I am reborn. I must seek a river and a pastor. To be baptised. To be drowned and born anew. To *cleanse* myself of my past insanities. 
 
 I thought I was doing God's work. I was a fool, blinded by those taunting angelic voices. I must ignore them, now, and get back to normal. 
 
 And the drugs do n't work; they just make you worse, but I know I'll see your face again. I'll carry my sins where no-one will see them. 
 
 I push the doors out. It's time to begin again. This part is *done. * 
 

