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A psychiatric hospital. A young doctor was showing a new patient to her room.
Young Rika was admitted because of her insomnia. The girl couldn't sleep, or simply didn't want to. Her parents had divorced. And she was a teenager who hated the whole world. She had tried to commit suicide a couple of times, but failed.
And now, before she was taken to this place, she made another attempt. Her wrists were bandaged, and she sat silently on the bed.
"Don't worry, it's not that bad," said the doctor, but Rika seemed not to hear him. She continued to stare into the void.
"Soon, a nurse will come and take you to the general ward, maybe you'll meet someone," he continued with a smile, but the girl still didn't respond. And the doctor, annoyed, left the room.
Rika turned her gaze to the window, which overlooked the courtyard. "What a beautiful day, imagine...and I ended up in such a place." Sighing, she got up and walked to the door. She raised her hand to the handle, but it was already turning. The door creaked open, and a petite woman, about 45 years old, appeared behind it. She was wearing a white coat and glasses perched almost on the tip of her nose. She smiled gently.
"You must be Rika?" she asked. The girl nodded. "And I'm Alice, you can say I'm your PERSONAL nurse," the woman said with a satisfied look.
"Pitiful caretaker..." Rika said with hatred and walked out the door.
Alice turned pale, but soon smiled again. She grabbed the girl by the arm, despite her indignant face, and led her down the corridor.
The building was quite old. The paint was peeling, the doors creaked, as did the floor. And everywhere smelled of medicine, just like in a hospital. This made Rika feel a little nauseous. But now they were in the general ward.
"We're here," Alice smiled. "Talk to someone, and I'll be back soon," she said, and left.
"Well...I'm alone among the mad," the girl thought. But suddenly she flinched...someone's hand touched her shoulder. Rika turned around. Behind her stood a cute young man, about her age. She was already glad, but the guy's eyes filled with fear.
"Do you feel it? Do you feel it?" he said. "You! You too! And me! It's coming! It's coming!"
"What?" the girl said quietly. But the guy sat down on the floor and began to rock.
"It's coming! It's coming!" he repeated in a raised tone.
Two orderlies hurried to him.
"Alex, calm down!" one of them said, and tried to inject him with a syringe.
But Alex didn't calm down, he started screaming and struggling.
"You!" he said, looking directly into Rika's eyes, "You too!"
The girl sat in her room. Alice ran around her with a mug of tea and a sandwich.
"Poor thing! Poor boy!" she lamented.
It had been three days since Rika had been in this place. And tonight, Alex's body was found dead. "He cut his veins. Suicide," the girl thought. The nurse sat on the bed and hugged her.
"Oh...Alex..." she said quietly. "It's late, I'll go, and you go to sleep," Alice's face no longer had the smile that she gave every day, and Rika nodded silently.
The door closed, the girl lay down on the bed. She kept thinking and thinking about the guy's death. Then a strange rustling sound came from the pipe. Rika jumped up.
"Shhhhh..." it rustled inside.
The girl was overcome with fear. "What is it?" And then Alex's words flashed in her mind.
"You! You too! Me? I'm next."
"Nooooo!" she screamed, falling to her knees.
"Shhhhhhhhh..." it rustled louder and louder, somewhere nearby.
"It's cold...so cold." Rika lay on the floor, clutching her head. Continuing to whisper to herself. Her pale face trembled, and her fingers continued to dig into her skin.
"Go away! Go away!" she repeated, screaming at the top of her lungs. But someone's extraneous breath was getting closer to her ear. Rika froze.
"You...do you...feel it?" asked a detached, unknown voice. Rika turned around, her eyes filled with horror...
A piercing scream rang out from the room. The doctor and two nurses rushed to the door. But as soon as they entered, they felt nauseous...
Rika's body also lay on the floor. Her eyes were completely bulging, and warm streams of blood were still flowing from her veins and scratched neck.
According to the investigation and examination, it was stated: "The girl committed suicide...by scratching her still fresh wounds on her wrists."
But they omitted one detail...there was no trace of her own skin under Rika's nails.
