The only doorway to and from the room is closed. The only source of ventilation in this room is a small square window in the room, at the height of about seven feet above the ground, of about eight inch each side, just behind me on the wall. Seems like it was specifically made for deranged patients so they could not escape. Not that I want to escape, but it would be safe to have options when I need to anytime in the future. These strangers here try to treat me pretty well at times.

I look around and observe myself been surrounded by Nikita kneeling down on my right-hand side, my doctor, Dr Smith standing exactly in front of me and the detective, in charge for my "case" is sitting on my bed, while I sit on the floor, to the right of my bed, with my back against the wall.

HE is still here, always here, looking at me from the opposite corner in this matchbox of a room, giving me the worst and the scariest stinky eye.

His eyes follow me around wherever I go, so I prefer the lights off, at least when I am inside my hospital room.

The worst part is that everybody refuses to accept his existence. According to them, I am probably this crazy lunatic chap who sees things. I do not like this place much. I often fail to understand why everyone wants me here. They say that I need to be taken care of after what happened to me. But to me, this is nothing different from where I was trapped before. They do let me out in the open sometimes, for a few hours, in supervision of the doctor, a nurse or Nikita herself.

"You tell them about everything; and that little pretty girlfriend of yours, who comes here every day to whine in our room, she will leave you when she finds out the truth." He warns me, just when I breath and open my mouth to say anything even for a second.

"Tell us, honey," Nikita calls out to me in the gentlest potential tone in a lowered voice. She has a look of despondency and sympathy in her eyes.

Since I have come back, she has started talking to me like I was a child. Like if she were not careful enough, I would break. She talked to me like she was walking on broken pieces of glass.

I look at her pupils dilate inside her crystal, light green eyes. She is wearing my favourite loose red shirt with white polka dots, tucked in her high wasted black skirt going down to her knees, with a small slit on its side, elegantly revealing about five inches of her thigh. Her straight dark brown natural hair are tied up in a pony, and her shorter hair falling towards the side of her oval shaped face. It was some trendy haircut that she had recently started getting after we moved in together.

I had never noticed her with this precision before. I loved her more than anything, but for some reason being apart for so long, made me yearn for her more than ever.

I got so lost looking at her for a few seconds that for a moment I had even forgotten about His existence, till he drops his palms on the ground like a slap.

I watch Him crawling right up to me on his hands and knees in a disoriented way. He slowly comes towards my left side and then rises closer to my left ear.

"Tell her, how much of a chicken you are. Tell her how you left us. Tell her, how you leave everyone who cares about you," He whispers into my ear. His warm moist breath plummeting in my ear, making me shiver. "Tell her what you have done. Tell her what you did with your mother."

I pause and look up at the crooked ceiling fan, which produced a slight high pitch noise at each oscillation. I examine how the ceiling is cracking up from the fan to the top corner of the room. These cracks have been here since I have moved in here.

I slowly take a deep breath in while I still look at the ceiling fan. I observe the cracks expanding and reaching the walls as they slowly start to collapse down with each breath I take.

"You are doing this again," He says as his voice fades away with the crashing sounds of the cement and bricks in the walls of the room.

"It's falling. IT'S FALLING!" I shout while I get up, trying to escape.

I gather all the strength that I could muster up to get up and just run out of the room and pull Nikita as well, out with me, when I feel a tug on my left arm. I look back to see chains pulling me inside the room through my arm. I see Him holding those chains attempting to yank me in the bounds of the annihilation of the room.

I observe Nikita still standing there in the same position, immobile and unaffected by the destruction. She does look scared, but for some reason, not because of the room that was slowly falling down, but rather she looks at me with wide red shot eyes and tears gushing up in them, trying hard not to cry, or for that matter wanting to run away from me. Her body seems to be shaking in a panic mode, exceedingly alert. She had crossed her arms, tightly towards her chest.

"You're frightening her. She loathes you," He calls out from behind, while still holding on to the shackles hard while he merely just sat on the floor. He is really just sitting and not even applying any efforts on it while making it difficult for me to move at all in the falling room. He is unpredictably robust for a bloke of his bony physique. It literally is taking him zero efforts to hold on to my weight merged with the weight of the substantially heavy chains that are fastened on my arm. He is pretty spooky and powerful for that bony body structure with an old-fashioned three-piece suite dangling on his shoulders like clothing racks. He has this hairstyle which seems like this 80s punk thing, maybe, donning a messy perm, with the hair in the front and top being shorter than the rest of the hair in the back.

"LET ME GO, THE ROOM IS FALLING" I shout out as I claw at the chain trying to free myself in a desperate but unsuccessful struggle to escape. The chains being tightly screwed on my arm were just not going to let go.

I start smelling the corrosion of the iron chains, and that smell increases with each time I claw with my nails at them.

This did not stop Him from calling out continuously, "everybody hates you. You mean nothing to anyone. Come on, come with me."

I suddenly feel a few more chains shackle up my second arm and one on my chest. I feel a sudden push with a sharp pungent pinch on my upper arm.

"Come with me..." I hear his voice diminishing away as my head begins to feel heavier and my chest lighter.

I am out of the shackles. The room starts getting darker and darker, my vision blurrier with each milli second. I hear a sharp high frequency sound, and everything gets pitch black.

I don't remember when I dozed off, but I wake up in my hospital bed, in the same room that was once almost getting obliterated, but now seems perfectly fine, though the ridiculous fan continuous to creak in the same frequency as before.

I see Nikita sitting on the edge of my bed, towards my legs. She is looking a lot calmer than before at this point in time, unlike how I remembered her the last time I saw her before I dozed off after an apparent stabbing on my arm, that stabbing if I recall, I often feel prior to dozing off abruptly. I examine the room to look for Him.

He has disappeared, for now at least. He will be back though.

I sit up to face Nikita and take her hand in mine, while I notice that my nails are filled with blood. They smell just like rust (considering the amount of iron in human blood). Whose blood can it be it? His? Or is it hers?

Nikita has a weary smile on her face as she slowly comes nearer to me. She raises my hands nearer to her face to observe the blood on my nails, and sighs.

"What did I do?" I raise my frequency in panic while looking at her as my eyes begin to get moist and a little blurry again and my voice choking, making it hard for me to continue further.

Then I observe that she is wearing her full-sleeved black jacket now, which she was not prior to when the room came crashing down and I dozed off. I pull her hands and push back the sleeves of her jacket, in spite of her tired efforts against it. She has white bandages wrapped on her arms. Did I do this to her? When did I do this? Why would I do it?

I had hurt her. I cannot believe that I hurt the one person I cared the most about in the world at the moment.

I pull her closer into my chest and start sobbing on her shoulder. If He were here, he would call me a little whiney baby. But this was the greatest feeling since that time. Just feeling her close to me and letting it all out. It felt lighter on my chest and the tension in my forehead just seems to vanish when I am holding her close. Her embraces feel like an ice-cream on a sun-drenched summer day on the seashore. She is warm and refreshing at the same time.

He was not wrong though; Nikita did deserve better than me, than all this.

While she is still in a tight embrace with me, from the corner of my left eye I see Him on the floor. He is looking tired. He shoots me a disappointing look while puckering up his lips, wrinkling his forehead, half shutting his light brown eyes and making his eyebrows come closer to each other. He shakes his head to a "No".

I shut my eyes to block him out and hold her tighter than ever.