Insanity: A Narrative Fiction

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Now I remember why I was always so afraid of sleeping. I had corrupted myself and I knew that the demons with come, and I foresaw that today was the day I met my demise. The man, the man in the cloak, was God going to be there to save me once more? I do not know but all I know is that I have committed terrible sins, but the murder of James set it off! All of this pent-up tension had been in my mind for all these years, had finally lead to the teetering of my sanity, but no, I am not mad! The corruption did not dull my senses, it made them acute, accurate! I had not done it for it is been the black man who had saved me. What was to become of me this brilliant mind after today? Would it be turned mad what it be tarnished from the inside out, …show more content…

The faint hissing noise could be vaguely registered as a bright white light had started to filter in my system. It felt as if, I was waking up? Or, was it something more? the light started to come once more as I realize that it was not the demon that I come to take me it was my own sanity well insanity was greatly me by the last ropes that it held to drive me into insanity! But no! I would not let it! But the real question was why? Why did this murder of such an unimportant footman haunt me, and drive my dreams right off the cliff of being sane? My questions were about to be answered but were interrupted by a rough shaking of my shoulders and concerned face looking down at me. It seemed to be William, that tiny servant that had told me to sleep. I did follow his advice, but I never imagined it would turn out like this! my palms clammy, my face breaking out in cold sweats, what was this dream and what did it mean? “Sir! Sir! are you alright you were thrashing around as if you were having a nightmare!” he said, his blonde brows twisted in a frown. I waved my hand dismissively. “I assure you my boy, it was nothing. Now what seems to be the

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