The sound of birds chirping outside my window woke me up from a deep sleep. I got up, stretching while yawning. I stood up and walked to the dresser to look in the small mirror there. And only then I realized that it was a hospital, a psychiatric ward! And the date was 26th January 2017. But how was that, the last moment I remember was around the month of November and also I had a scar across my chest from my right shoulder that almost reaches to my left hip. And then I tried my best to recollect things…
The first time I saw or felt anything weird was Tuesday, November 11, 2016. It was 9:30 PM, and I was, well, sleeping. Or at least trying to. I felt absolutely exhausted from school. At that time it was only me, Mom, and Dad. Everyone but me was dead asleep. I didn’t know why I couldn’t sleep that night until after all this shit happened. I felt someone or something watching me.
What first attracted my attention was outside. My window was open and I thought I heard someone walking across the garden. I moved my curtains and looked out. Nothing, only the cool autumn breeze, dogs barking in the distance and insects. I still had that feeling. I heard the walking sound and looked again, but saw nothing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move in the veranda. The windows were too tinted, but I kept looking there, and then I saw. The faint tinted image of a man’s face in there, looking forward, turning towards me. I could barely make out the face, but I knew it was one. Startled, I scattered back away from the window and started to freak the hell out. My breathing and heart rate shot sky high.
After that, I told myself it was a hallucination from being so sleepy, or maybe it was a dream, or maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. I must’ve convinced myself real good because I slept after that.
The next time something like this happened was three days later. All hype for the weekend to do nothing. Sleep, sleep and more sleep. So this time it was almost midnight. I decided to call it a day after playing video games for hours and hours. I felt relaxed and ready to be out like a light but again came that feeling. And I was scared. I slowly felt frightened and well! I waited and waited, because I knew something would happen something inside me told me it would. And it did. But this time it was in my house. I heard heavy footsteps on the downstairs. Each step up felt hours apart. I was absolutely shocked my family didn’t hear it. The footsteps eventually made their way to the top, where they advanced toward my room. I remember being so damn shocked and scared I felt I couldn’t run or do anything no matter how much I wanted to. The steps made it to my door, or outside my door, I mean. Whatever the hell that thing was, it tried to open my locked door. When it couldn’t, I heard a faint grunt, and that was it. I neither heard nor saw anything else weird for the rest of the night. And I knew I didn’t because I stayed up all night. I don’t know if I’d call it staying up or just not being able to sleep. I knew I couldn’t sleep at all, but I also wanted; felt I needed to stay up.
And then I tried moving out of my room, slowly went behind the noise but it just stopped at a moment. I was freaking out and all of the sudden, there heard fast continuous and heavy footsteps behind me, where I started running and flipped off in the stairs.
So, that’s the flashback! But what was that actually. And then I saw a medical file near me where the patient’s name was printed as Rachel, and yeah it’s mine. And the thing that jerked me out was the diagnosis column, which was filled as Schizophrenia.