KENOPHOBIA: Fear of open or empty spaces, void.

SHAMELESSNESS: The highest level of freedom.

"Good morning 1452" I heard a feminine voice from the speakers right above me. As soon as those words were said, white lights brightened up the formerly dim room. Actually, it was more of a box than a room.

No bed, no chairs, no television. Just a box with a glass in front of it, a glass that enabled me to to see the people on the other side. The glass was thick and stronger than metal itself, not like i'd ever tried to break it. I had a bathroom at the corner which had just a toilet and a sink and a little space to bathe. It was also small like the whole box with everything in it white, including my clothes. I wore different clothes of the same design everyday. Just white sweatpants and matching sweater. It was comfortable. I'd been confined in the box since when i first got here, about eight years from now.

They called me 1452 for a reason i still didn't know but i guessed i was the one thousand and fifty second person in the asylum.

The asylum was a world on It's own. In total, we were over one thousand five hundred psychos in the organization. Some were here because they were misunderstood, take example, me. We were here for no particular reason, because they thought we were crazy. Some were here because they had a very bad past that they wanted to forget about but they couldn't so it hunted them and they did abnormal things. They felt like they were living their past when they saw things that triggered the memory. They screamed or cried at times for no reason and sometimes, they acted like normal people.

Some were just plane crazy. They had no idea of what they were doing. They didn't feel pain, happiness, sadness or surprise. It was almost as if they were void of emotions.

This made them group us into four categories.

Stage one were the almost normal people, just little craziness in them.

Stage two was for the crazy people. Not dangerous but crazy.

Stage three was for the highly insane people with tendencies to physically abuse people around them. They were a bit dangerous. They walked around with handcuffs at times but they were released in their rooms.

Stage four were the highly insane and murderous. Some of them couldn't be allowed to walk with their fellow mates. They were characterized with hot temperaments and a very quiet lifestyle. You could say they were the murderers in camouflage.

All the stages listed above were allowed to interact with their mates for socialism. The luckiest were the stage one members. They ate together, played together and they could even have roommates. Stage two was also lucky, considering they could play with the others but there was a limit to their social interaction.

All stages had their colours. For instance, stage one wore pink, stage two wore green, stage three wore blue and stage four wore red. They weren't allowed to wear clothes that differed from the assigned colours.

I, on the other hand wore white because i was stage five.

I was the only living record who had gotten to stage five. According to them, i was at the peak of insanity, dangerous with high tendency to murder and demonic. I had every possible thing that went wrong in normal people.

Therefore, i was confined to a box. No one came into or went out of the box. I got food through a rectangular opening at the locked door which was only opened when it was time for a meal.

I was brought back to reality when i heard something slide towards me. Breakfast. As usual, i had three slices of toast, bacon, an apple and a bottled water. I was tired of having to eat the same thing everyday but i needed something to satisfy my hunger so i didn't have a choice.

Besides, i didn't actually say anything to them. They tried to make me talk but i didn't. If i did, would it have made a difference. They would as me why i murdered my parents and i would say i didn't. At the end of the day, they wouldn't believe me because i had no proof.

Even if life suddenly smiles at me, they believe me and i go back home, would i have to deal with people running away from me. As far as i could remember, my story went viral as soon as they discovered my parents death. I wouldn't have a job cause no one would want to keep a demon as an employee so yeah, i'm fine here.

"Can i get your attention?" She asked again. I was so used to her face. When i first got here, she used to come everyday to force words out of me but when she found out i wouldn't say a word, she reduced it to once or twice a week.

She had red hair and bright blue eyes. I couldn't deny the fact she was very beautiful even with her wrinkles. I had no idea what her name was so i just called her Red.

"After various tests conducted on you, it has been confirmed that that our way of treatment does not correspond to your body type." She paused "The authorities has decided to assist is by granting you a psychologist"

Soon enough, i heard the footsteps of a stranger coming closer. I brought my head up to see the darkest eyes i'd ever seen in my life. I didn't know if they noticed but it was so dark, it felt like i could get lost in it. I didn't mean to sound all lovey dovey but i couldn't ignore his eyes. His hair was sleek black and perfectly combed to the back. He had stubs on his jaw with red medium sized lips.

"This is Mr Lux Warren and he will be your psychologist from now on. He will visit you every day for a minimum of five hours daily. If you want to get better and hopefully go home, it would be advisable to talk. Thank you" She said and gave Mr psychologist a look as if saying go on.

"We would need privacy" he said starring at the men around him. She gave them a look and they all nodded and left.

"I also meant you"

"I'm afraid that's impossible Mr Warren. Whatever you want to say, say in front of me" She said, a little too strict.

"According to the signed agreement, i can get all the privacy i demand for so it would save stress and time if you just used the exit" He smiled. I could've laughed at the fact that someone actually had the guts to reply this lady. It almost felt like she was the boss here.

She starred at him for a moment before saying "You can't get her to say a word. She's useless"

Ouch.

"Thanks" He said with a smile i could only describe as evil. She gave me one last glance and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"Caeli"

As soon as that word left his lips, a force i couldn't describe pulled my head to the wall. I felt my head hit the wall with a bang and my eyes were forced to close.

Come

I heard the voice again, the voice i thought had left me eight years ago. This time it was short and loud, even louder than the normal whispers.

I felt it again, everything came rushing back into me. Memories from eight years back, the exorcism, the church, my parents. It felt like i was living it again. I could see clips of my past.

Things that questioned my sanity.

Then i back in my house again. I was in the sitting room. Everything was the way i remembered it to be.

"Honey" i heard a very familiar voice. A sweet soothing voice that belonged to my mother. I turned back and saw my mom and dad sitting on the couch. They were alive wearing the exact same clothes they were wearing before they died.

"Mom!" I screamed and tried to run towards them. Key word, tried.

I was stuck in one position. I couldn't move a single muscle. It felt like my whole body was glued to a spot but i could talk. "Mom! Dad!" I screamed once more but they couldn't hear me. It almost felt like i wasn't there.

Before i could comprehend the situation, the window behind me shattered into pieces for a reason i didn't know. Clearly, no one tampered with it.

Dark smoke found It's way through the window. It wasn't like the regular smoke that diffused in air. It looked like it moved on It's own. I know i said i didn't believe about spiritual entities but this was an exception.

They tried to run but the smoke caught up with them. Dad tried to use his cross and biblical references to stop it but before i knew what was happening, their lifeless bodies fell to the ground with their throats slit open. Dead.

I was drawn back to my regular box again. I peeled my eyes open and Mr psychologist was gone.