Ruby

Trial 721109900

Simulation Test for Patient: Aggression

Commence Simulation

Panting, exhausted, and tired. I have been running through this forest for hours. I must be going in circles; this torture never seems to end. The leaves crackle under my feet with every step I take. I can hear the branches and bushes rustle with the wind behind me.

It’s coming after me.

I can’t stop now. Not after being this close. I can’t see what is around me other than what is illuminated by the sliver of the full moon’s glow upon the trees. The intricate branches are packed with crisp autumn leaves. The tree trunks are staunch and thick.

I close my eyes take a deep breath. The wind quieted down and I heard nothing for miles behind or miles ahead. I couldn’t move an inch nor could I leave a sigh, in fear that it’d pop out of the bushes and attack me, then and there.

The wind picked up speed again and now I heard a low painful growl in the distance. The tone was an awful mix between a seagull and a goose yearning for its stolen gosling.

Resting was not an option for me. I let go of the breath I held in and made a dash into the unknown once again. I didn’t stop for once to look behind me. It would not stop until it had my blood on its hands. The fiery intensity in its eyes when it saw the glistening of the machete after finding its latest kill. I shiver and close my eyes, praying that this night would end.

I run headfirst into a black wall which I suppose was made of concrete for it knocked me off my feet and planted me into the soft muddy ground. As I lay there, slowly losing consciousness, I saw the height of the concrete wall. It was merely a couple feet tall and, in the distance, I could hear the bustle of cars speeding down the highway.

I must get away. Otherwise, I’ll never open my eyes again.

I forced myself to stay awake even if the pain on my forehead was pounding throughout my body. I leaned against the cool concrete wall and looked for any nooks or crannies that I could latch onto to push myself over the edge. It was perfectly flat and devoid of any cracks or crevices. I wanted to cry; there were tears welling up in my eyes. I have no one left by my side. They’re all gone. Taken captive by the creature’s sickly pleasures.

I couldn’t force myself to stay awake anymore. I closed my eyes.

Something was dripping on my face. It didn’t feel like rain as it was warm and sticky. It had an iron-rust taste to it. I shuddered, forcing my eyes shut as I realized it was not water but fresh blood dripping onto my face. I closed my mouth shut in disgust to not drink an ounce of it, even though I was yearning for something to quench my thirst.

Slowly I opened my eyes, and saw its ghastly staunch figure hovering over me. It looked like a solar eclipse with a halo from the moon’s gaze outlining its stark and heavy figure. It was taking heaves and I could smell its rancid and putrid breath.

Time, it gnarled. It was not even a question. It declared my time was over. But I was not going to leave without a fight. Not after all the trauma and pain it put me through.

I felt for a large object around me as I lay on the ground. It could only smell me, never see me. However, its sense of smell was so impeccable that it could accurately slice its victim into two perfect halves. Careful to not make any noise, I pushed myself away from its vicinity and lifted myself off the ground. Backing away, I saw its cute outline — it was my teddy bear, my Ruby, who I had since I was three years old. They took her one day — “We’ll make her your real best friend!” — promising me she will be an all-powerful healer. They brought it to life in almost Franken fashion, but it did not adore the creator; it grew to abhor us and everyone at the center, for the lab’s desire to impose a task on it upon giving it life. It became a destroyer, seeking blood and sorrow to spite health and happiness.

I grabbed hold of a large black mica stone the size of a rolling pin. I aimed for its paw so I could knock the machete out of its hand. It was a success! The machete flew across the dense forest ground and the creature moaned as it could not see, could not hold its beloved weapon. I could wrestle the creature and pray for one of us to call quits at the end of the fight, but I decided to run after the machete. It was my only chance. My head was still pounding from having crashed into the wall. I can’t focus on escape; it was just survival now.

In one swoop, I stabbed the heart of the creature. Instead of cotton, the machete was glistening black. There wasn’t blood on the machete; the moon shone on the weapon and it was black blood gushing from Ruby’s wound. Ruby laid lifeless, sputtering cups of black blood out of her wound and mouth. Any source of life in her opaque eyes diminished as her eyelids closed.

I flashed to a memory of me squealing with joy when my father brought her home from the store. She had such a pleasant smile permanently sewed on her face. The twinkle in her eyes, glassy from the finish. The soft, feathery belly of hers that I would grasp dearly during my nightmares and sometimes sleep on instead of a pillow during the night.

All the tears that welled up in my eyes from having lost my family and friends at the hands of this creature crashed down on my face. I lost my best friend, the only person who would be there for all my tears and all my joys….

A bright light burned through my eyes. I touched my face. It was dry as a sheet of paper. I was laying on a cold hospital bed in a pitch white room. I sighed heavily, letting the lab technicians know how mad I was at their stupid drug test. I pouted at them and extended my hand out. They knew exactly what I wanted.

My Ruby.

End Simulation. Conclusion: Positive