The voices
Dr.
Henry was driving to the Psychiatric
Center in which he works. He was this evil man that did illegal stuff all the
time, he treated his patients as animals, he was just a bad guy. He would deliver
some guns to a psychopath that was intern in the Psychiatric Center, something
that would surely cost many lives. As he drove by he stopped at the traffic
light, then he saw a little kid was wearing all black clothes; the kid was alone on a
wheelchair going to an unknown place. Dr. Henry was a little terrified by this
kid, there was something wrong with his aura. Although he got little scared by
this kid, he was like 10 blocks away from work and Dr. Henry was already late.
When he arrived he immediately was going to deliver the
guns to the psychopath, but he was noticed that there was a new patient with a supposed
case of schizophrenia. When Dr. Henry saw who it
was, he was shocked. The little kid on the wheelchair was entering to a room by
himself. Dr. Henry had his bag full of guns when he entered the room where de
little kid was placed.
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Hi… ¿What’s your name? – Dr. Henry asked terrified.
The
kid just ignored the fact than Dr. Henry was talking to him, while he was just
sitting there on his wheelchair staring at everything that was inside the room.
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I would deliver something to another patient, I would come in just a minute. – Dr.
Henry told the little kid as he started walking out of the room.
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No… no… no – The little kid whispered while Dr. Henry walked away. - ¡NO... NO...
NO! – The kid started screaming when Dr. Henry was getting further.
The
door closed by itself and a weird silence erupted from the kid’s room. Then the
kid started talking in an unknown language. Doctors said he was just talking
with the voices inside his head, nothing weird for a person who suffers schizophrenia.
Dr.
Henry gave the psychopath the guns. The next morning, 13 dead people, a massacre
in the Psychiatric Center. The psychopath was condemned to execution. Dr. Henry
didn´t have any penalty at all, no one knew he was an accomplice in this
massive disaster. But there is something, it wasn’t perfect, Dr. Henry then
remembered those repetitive words that this kid said when he was with him,
something was not right.
After
all the investigation, Dr. Henry stayed clean. His next move was entering to
the drug business. In the Psychiatric Center many patients suffered addictions
from many drugs, Dr. Henry’s mission was to deliver this drugs to them. The patients
with this addictions would pay any price just to taste a little bit of whatever
cost them to be an intern.
When
Dr. Henry had all the drugs inside his bag and he was going to deliver them, he
needed to go to the kid’s room first. He was nervous because he knew there was
something wrong with this kid.
After
a brief protocol data collection, Dr. Henry was going to initiate his mission.
Then something evil was coming, the kid stared at Dr. Henry and started crying
blood tears.
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Stop… – The kid said with a suffered voice.
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Never – Dr. Henry said as he walked out.
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patients worsened after relapsing into drugs. People were suffering for Dr.
Henry’s greed. He got a lot of money from the drug business, but he wasn’t
calmed, he knew he needed to do something about that kid.
Dr.
Henry decided to murder the little kid himself, so he made an elaborate plan to
stay clean and achieve his goal. At 3:00 am, he took a gun and started walking
to the kid’s room, he was prepared to take his life. As he started walking to
the kid’s door he heard soft screams all over the corridor, they came from that
exact room. He wasn’t ready anymore, he was terrified. Then he opened the door.
He saw a room full of flames, magma, darkness, evilness, there was hundreds of
dead people in the floor. Lastly in the back of the room there was the kid, sitting
in a big throne, wearing black clothes and wearing a king’s black crown. With a
blood tear on his eye and with a look full of hate the kid said to Dr. Henry –
Welcome to hell. –
