《the noose in the cellar, THE FIRST NOVEL》 prolouge I missed it. I truly did. it was something that had a sentimental touch to it. like how a special food or drink that brings back a memory does. what did I miss? well... that''s easy. I missed my sanity. i LOATHED losing it. what I missed most, was what came with the aspect of sanity. a lot came with it. privilege. love. family.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. feelings. things that an everyday person got to have, right when they woke up, to when they laid back down. from coming out of a womb, coated in guts and surrounded by new loved ones, to when your kids bury you six feet under for me, it was never like that. Hell... I never had the chance. especially with the family ... or even the fucking place I was born into. you see, some people are born with sanity. so filled up with it, that you can smell it off them, almost like a perfume. they''ll have their life together. smiling with a... deadly charm. however...I was born into a family already worn down from kids. already tired of bills and practically begging for spare quarters to buy the small microwavable in the shady supermarkets. and look where that put me. a small darkened white room, shaded by my depression, anxiety, and suicidal ideas, while I sat in a far corner under a vent, tied in a jacket that made my arms weak. I''m mental. I''m insane. I never had sanity from the start. because .... because of... of her..... she... she did this to me. she was the reason... of everything. i just cant forget many many many years ago, I had been a young, thoughtful man, who put work and effort into his career, and had a loving worthwhile family that cared for him like nobody else ever did. I had a decently sized house in a good neighborhood, which was hard to come by in a state like this. I considered myself a lucky person. so how did I end up in the nuthouse? I believe it started with the rain. the damn rain. Rain wasn''t unusual, it just seemed more... unwanted that day. it sprinkled itself on my shoulders and nestled its little drops in my neatly gelled hair, and sprayed my face as I hustled to my car. it slammed drops itself on the sidewalks everywhere around me, on my car''s hood, and the white fence that was newly painted the day before. I stuffed my black leather bag aggressively into the backseat and sighed. my wife, who sat under the shade of the porch, sobbing baby in hand, waved me goodbye, and I gave her a tired weary smile, before gripping the steering wheel and leaning back into the fluffy cover of the seat. I picked up the pace and drove off the driveway, running fingers through my hair, as I breathed slowly. "It''s fine. everything''s fine. just calm down, and keep driving."Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. it was still raining when I got to the tall looming white building, the droplets seeming like an apocalyptic swarm of invaders crashing into the earth. it felt like it too, because, with every plink of rain on the window, my heart picked up the pace. my fingers tightened around the leather, my fingers turning a pink that looked like a watermelon that''s been out too long. "no... keep it together. keep your cool. " I unpacked myself from the box like red car, the red paint seeming less cheery than when I got it the very first time. didn''t matter. i had to get ready for work. i worked as a surgeon after all, and I couldn''t be late. as soon as I got in, I was overwhelmed with things I haven''t noticed. the smell of bleach that reeked in every room, hallway, and floor. the blinding LED lights that glared at me as I walked under them. how ... annoying and evil everyone seemed today. "hello Mr Greatwon. thrid floor as always?" I didn''t respond. because I knew under those pearly white teeth, and pretty blonde locks that she was a monster. i was already on the path to the elevator, when I another person smiled at me, their deepst desires hidden with a fake greeting i growled making no eye contact, but still gripping the leather handle of my suitcase. no one was in the elevator thank god, because if anyone was, I think I would''ve had another patient to reassmble... i remembered, I was working in room 409 today. it would''ve been find, if it wasn''t for that damn thundering rain.... among bleeding hearts my blue robe-like outfit hung loosely over my regular garments, and my gloves grappled my fingers as a leach would to an infant''s skin after skinny dipping in a lake. sweat dripped from my face, trickling down the side of my nose, down my surgical mask, the cheap fabric absorbing the salty liquid. "hand me the scalpel." my coworker timidly handed me the thin strip of sharpened metal, their own gloves soaked in a gooey white material from the stomach. i myself was coated in many substances that shouldn''t be outside of a person''s body. but, it was my job. it was... why I existed here. to open up people, rearrange what they needed to live, and see them all back up with a needle and thread. yep, I get paid to possibly murder someone. the patient I had been working on was unconscious, but their heart that boomed in the middle seemed to signify that they were very much awake on the insideThe story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. my hands seemed to move without me, trailing my limbs along as they sliced and diced this person into sushi. "hand me the needle." the same person grabbed the needle, and gently placed it in my palm, before backing away. they were... scared... nervous... afraid.. for some reason then, i knew, they should be afraid. i knew in tthat moment, i was not ok. i was broken. i needed help. "no, i needed ... to finish this surgery." i could feel the small particles of my fingers hooking onto the cells of the needle, like they were molding. mutating togther. i couldnt stop myself. the beating of rain slammed on the window, almost feeling like it would cave in. i felt claustrophobic, surrounded by all those people, in the same blue outfit, all staring at the twitchy hand movements, along with my bitten yellow fingernails . i had to stop. "no, continue." please make it stop. i dont want to do this anymore. "no. its fine. do it." NO PLEASE. " i said DO. IT." " NOOOOOOOO!" i slammed the needle into the patients chest, blood spurting everywhere, like a geysure. everyone gasped. some whispered. i.... i cant. i ran out of the double sided doors, and threw off my docter''s outfit, beofre slamming the car door, and hitting the gas. i ran through a fence, a mailbox, and a cat, but it was ok. becuase i was going home. maybe... maybe forever the little red pill i skidded to a halt in front of the house, my breaths heavy. i could almost hear the police sirens in my head, the noise growing louder and louder as their tires zoomed on the road. what have I done? it was a needle, yes, but the fact... the fact I had done it makes the situation so much worse than it should be. I could lose my job. and though the tiny slice of metal had only drawn a teensy bit of blood, it was enough blood to make my peers aware. awareness. yes, that''s what they had. grim, but dangerously thoughtful awareness. i slammed open my door and looked into the house. the lights were low, but you could still see inside. baby toys lined the walls, along with diapers ( a few used) bottles, and a white fence that looked like we were keeping a very small juvenile in. maybe we were.... maybe we had created a monster. no... there was no maybe. calm down. take your meds. go to bed. read a book. do something else. i didn''t know who''s this voice was, or why it seemed to emanate from my mind, but I obeyed, going to the kitchen and grabbing a purple pill bottle, with a thick black label. ah yes. a black label. a pill so great that it would cure any illness, well, maybe. that is if you followed everything in the right order, with the right steps. however, if you even thought of taking one pill to many... well, it wasn''t going to be pretty. i should know... i took off the cap and swallowed a square-shaped sort of roundish type pill, that was a yellow color. you could easily mistake it for a small piece of juicy fruit gum. instantly, my muscles relaxed. I must have not taken one of them in the morning....This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. i need to explain this to my boss... before he''s not my boss any more. "honey? what are you doing home so early?" I turned, and my beautiful darling stared at me, her brown long hair over her shoulder, her short nightgown swishing as she cradled a small babe on her chest. "oh.... josy.... josy my low... i... I didn''t take my meds.... an incident happened." "hold on." she went and put the baby in its crib before coming back and leading me to the sofa. "tell me everything. I''m all ears." "thankyou dearest... i... I appreciate it." I told her everything. i didn''t stop, even when she lifted a hand to her mouth when I told of the needle being plunged into the flesh of a complete stranger, and then walked out from an incomplete surgery. "I''ll talk to my boss tomorrow... but until then...i need rest." she nodded. i noticed.... a little look she gave. as if she never even wanted dot look at me at all. as if.... no. I''m still just reacting to not having my meds. "here. i got something for you. the doctor said not to give it quite yet, but with this... I''m sure you need it." ... she pulled out an orange pill bottle filled with many colors, like a deadly rainbow that somehow helped the loss of happiness. "oh. wouldn''t he call me if I got a new med-" "no. you were busy. so he contacted me instead. you should take them now." " why... i just took my others..." "I just think we should try one out. see if it helps you relax, you know?" she popped off the lid and handed me a maroon-colored pill. no.. keep your sanity. don''t take it. ... i grabbed the pill and swallowed, the outer coating sliding down my throat like a jellybean, but tasting like chemicals all the same. ... nothing. "thankyou. I''ll...see to it that I get to rest now." I needed to leave the room. not because of the baby now crying. or the fact I was beginning to grow tired. it was because of her intense stare, that kind of scared me. her pupils were small, and not dilated, but they still looked straight through my existence... no. i just needed a good.....hour......of...... i stood in the doorway, with the faint sound of thunder, lightning, and sickening sickening rain. i gripped the wood tightly, to the point I thought I t was going to break. .... fuck...... and then my head hit the floor. just like that. that''s when my normal life had stopped and morphed into hell. i sometimes question, maybe I died, and I had gone to hell right then and there. but then again.... some people say the earth is hell. waking up I awoke to dark. no, not just the lights, I woke to the darkness inside me. a cloud that covered my lungs, my stomach, my kidney, and liver. a mist that covered my heart. I wanted to tell myself that it was all a bad dream... but deep down... I knew it wasn''t. I knew... I knew the truth. I sat up, putting a hand to my head, feeling a large bump. it almost seemed like a hill, with a mix of a dent. she had me while I fell. but... my mind still wondered what I had done as I glanced over to the red numbered alarm clock that glowed like a star in the darkness of the room. what had she done.... what did I do... i swear, I never try to make josy mad. i never do, because I feel she deserves respect and... and loyalty... so why would she... no no, I''m just being.... irrational. I''m sure the medicine just kicked in a little early... that''s all. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. yes... no... yes... answers and questions filled me, like a water spout to a small clear wine glass. questions overflowed me. no one was turning that water off. I tried to be logical. I did. but...I couldn''t... I needed to know. I picked up the phone and dialed her number, my hands shaking. don''t worry. You''re just overreacting. i waited and waited, listening to the beeps, waiting for her angelic voice to answer "hello?" but there was only the sound of an alarm type sound coming from the small metallic rectangle... and that fucking rain. yes....the rain... godammit did I hate that rain. just try agian. one more time I dialed agian, my eyes wide, darting between my wrist that held my hand that held the phone. my lungs heaved. oh god did she get hurt, or did she leave or- "hello?" "oh my lord josy are you-" "stop calling me." "w-what?" "I said stop calling me ." "I... i don''t understand did... did I DO something or... or did..-" "no. just stop. don''t call me. please." "no... i .... i want to know why... why-" " I SAID STOP!" .... " LOOK GODDAMIT GREGORY I JUST ... IM- WE''RE DONE, OK!!?? "...i-" " NO! Dont say ANYTHING. it wont work. stop...." and then she hung up. that was the last day I saw her. hear her voice. the last time I ever felt the tough of her hand, her soft silky hair. the last time I''ll see her with my daughter... my.... my daughter!!!!! i ran to the crib, as much as I could run, and peered into the small cradle. she was there.... asleep... yes.... asleep. alive. i laid a knkle on her chest and felt the small thumps of her heart. good. she still.... alive... now where did I put those damn scissors.... my meds "patient twelve o five is about to be let out. do we have backup?" "yes. be prepared. and make sure all skin is covered. " "Rodger." they had come to treat me. yes... treatment... starts with t... t... t stands for torture. they are the same...yes... the very very same... "I''m opening the door." the white metal door slowly creaks open, and I snap my neck around with a crack, my eyes bulge out from the darkness as this fat man stands in front of me like a deer in headlights. "hello... collin...." I rasp out of my dry throat.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. "good evening Mr. Greatwon. I believe you know the drill." I smile with my yellowed unbrushed crooked teeth and nodded slowly to send him packing. but he stood firm, and despite his overweight posture, I knew there was no... punishing this one. I stood, my lanky bony limbs hanging from my beaten shoulders, my skin practically a fleshy sack on my skull. he stood by the door, matching with his yellow sick pudgy eyes, hands twitching even though the finger were tightly squished together. he wore a large suit used for what seemed to be beekeepers or some sort of job dealing with very toxic waste. he looked nervous... scared... the same way so long ago that my friends at work did. when I plunged that needle into that man, and when they found my daughter. my sweet sweet beautiful daughter, whose blood with always stained my dreams, and even worse, my nightmares. treatment... treatment... torture. i was led to a room, just like my cell. white. four walls. a ceiling and floor. and a chair. on one wall was actually a window, where the doctors watched as they spoke from a speaker and asked hours of questions, all hidden behind the tinted window. I''m sure they were laughing too. i sat on the table, and Collin blocked the door, still in his suit, his gloved hands holding on another. the speaker squeaked before static had filled the room, like poisonous smoke in a gas chamber "do you want to tell us what happened to Emily?" I giggled. "who?" I heard a gulp than a sigh. "your... your daughter... what did you do...? "wellllll....I''ll tell you. in fact, ill even tell you what I did with her itty bitty smushed bodyyy...." authors notes!!! hiya, peeps! wowers, 73 views. i started this website like three days ago!!! I''m actually very very happy about this! man, my hard work is paying off, ad I can do something besides draw!!!! welp, I just figured I would show my gratitude before going to write about a physco murder anyway, have a fantastic day, or night, depending on where you at.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. and if your day is terrible, do not fret, bc here are some chill vibes for them depressed beans, like myself. hope you like the story, and stay happy! https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=h6hcmWtkkHQ&list=RDTMAK5uy_n_5IN6hzAOwdCnM8D8rzrs3vDl12UcZpA https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=zmH5gjJTXGE&list=MLCT https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=RIxFYkf10r0&list=MLCT https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=jGVkX5MXO14&list=MLCT https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=nkz0M4TS7oA&list=MLCT https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=ubKS8XAhJjU&list=MLCT https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=9_3qQ8Iu0-g&list=MLCT enjoy! sleep in peices. my hands shook, as I slowly lifted my left, raising it far above my head. I had to do it. for...her. for...josy... she left because of this retched little ... THING. the scissors seemed like a happy little angel, that fit nicely in my palm, as I stared down at the small child, asleep in her frilly little watermelon wunsy, hands next to her ear, practically making the best killing position possible. she cooed and giggled in her sleep. she was.... mocking me. that little... fine. i guess we''ll do this the .... pleasant way. and then I threw my hand down. for a minute, a shrill siren-like screech shouted through the air, a blood-curdling wretched scream, as her baby olive eyes burst open. then... there was a small hiccup... and she lay limp. it wasn''t my best work, but she was so small, it would be easier than operating on a ... larger patient.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. i gently placed down the scissors and grabbed the steak knife, and delicately sliced her open, careful of the blood pouring out of her. i did the procedure, removing all vital organs, and placing them in a cooler. i made sure to fill the hollow body with cotton, and after seeing it up, I got her a new outfit and then began to work on the scalp, peeling it away like the skin of a grape, revealing a large shiny forehead. i had to work around the sockets, and they seemed to look at me just as ... just as jody did, with those same green eyes. i need to make sure I saved those beautiful beautiful eyes. it took another hour, removing the brain through the small nostril cavity, and placing the slimy access goop into a vial, almost like squeezing an orange. when I was done, she looked like nothing had ever happened, despite the long voodoo doll like stitch across her head, and those grave black pits that she now had as eyes. "emily... oh dearest emily... your out of the way now... now josy will come back yes yes... yes josy...." and then I stopped. "wait what if she doesn''t come back..!? no no, she will. we will make her, yes yes, we will make her come back, you and me emily yes yes." after that, I took multiple fishing hooks, and grappled them through her skin, suspending her on a hook in the wall. my little emily... ohhh.... and josy... josy will be so.... HAPPY... i took the organs, and placed them in the trunk of my car, which now seemed like a ... a blood red, or the color of a liver, than its usual cherry happy sheen. and then... i fed her eyes, her tongue, her lungs, her heart, her kidney, her stringy spaghetti intestines to the ducks. and boy did they gobble her up. heh heh... gobble... gobble... gobble... drip drip drip after i finished the story, the room was quiet. the only noise was the faint squeaks of the fan overhead, the led light glowing a slight yellow, that made the room with the chair seem all the more unwelcoming. collin''s pudgy face had a terrified expression hidden under the flabby skin. his police cap covered his wavy blonde hair, but his hazel eyes widened under the bright locks, as I grinned at the window. "well, there ya go. I told ya. she''s swimming with the fishes. actualley the ducks, but you get the idea. heh heh...." the fan clicked over and over, rotating quickly overhead, the small strand of metal swishing about as the wind jiggles it around. the speaker squeaked, and only soft mumbles came through. whispers. rumors. finally, when a voice came through, it stuttered and was shaky. "w-w-we are g-going to do a t-test now." "a test, huh? how... intriguing." a gulp came from collins as he slowly left the room, closing the door behind him, a loud click of the door connecting to the wall bounced around the room.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. the lights turned off, and I sat in the chair, my broad yellow smile still in place, as my pupils adjusted to the new shadows that danced around me. what kind of test would it be? a slideshow of previous murders? a good ole'' right from wrong video? the speakers screamed again, and this time... i heard rain... rain rain rain rain.... god did I hate rain. drip drop trickle trickle. plop plop plop. my smile turned into a deep cavernous frown, as I looked back at them form the chair, eyes glaring into theirs, though I couldn''t see past the black tint. drip drip drip plop. " WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS..." drip drip drip. i stood from my chair, my hands twisted into knots, fingers intertwining with one another, morphing into fists. my wild hair seemed to cover my veiw, but i could still see clearly. i saw collins slowly come back in, both afriad but ready to pounce. i looked at him, and grinned agian tilting my head backwards to him. "collins dear boy. mind coming over here?" he shook his head, but then heard a staticy call from the men behind the glass to come fowards, and hesitantly placed a leather shoe towards me. "thats a good man. do you hear that?" he nodded, placing another foot foward. "aww yes. that trickle of mother nature''s tears. the RAIN." he nodded agian, taking two more steps across the room. "do you know what pisses me off collins? do ya''?" he shook his head, and stopped moving. i pointed a finger up to teh speaker and grinned. "THE MOTHER EFFING rain, collins. its like a reminder. and i HATE reminders." i lunged at him, a smile so bright, it lit up the area around me. he grasped at my hands, which were now around his neck, shaking his layers of chin. " DRIP DRIP DRIP COLLINS!!! DO YOU HEAR IT!!??" and with that, i moved around his shoulsers, and snapped his neck. a sick sharp crackle that sounded like thunder. thunder and rain. thunder and rain. i heard his heart slowly stop, and his eyes closed, his weight going to the floor. "drip drip drip collins.... listen to the rain...." hi guys!!! :P man its been a while since i''ve written. I''ve just been so busy. but I''m back and ready to write stuff that''ll chill you down to the very atom that holds your heart togetherThis novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. ^w^ is you guys have any question or anything you want to add to the first novel, I am willing to take requests