Chapter 1 - Home
Three months. It has been three months Can you believe it? I have been free for three months and honestly, I feel like it was just yesterday.
I moved in with Max and his parents after they let us leave the asylum. Max had lost his job when they had locked him inside the asylum, so had to move back into his family home. As I didn't have anywhere to go as I didn't want to go live with my mother, or Daniel I asked if I could live with the Fosters. I was over the moon when they said yes!
They let me move into Grace's old room. Grace said I can paint it any colour I want. So, that was pretty cool Grace came around to help. We decided to paint two of the walls a light baby pink and the other two a light grey. I was lucky enough that the room had a walk-in wardrobe and a big ensuite. I felt so lucky.
The past 3 months had been hard. I was glad to have Grace to help me adapt to reality. She didn't stay here as she lived with Jack, but she came around a lot to help me out, usually if I needed to go out somewhere as I didn't feel comfortable going out on my own.
Their house was lovely and unlike my old "home" this house felt like home to me. I felt so lucky to be allowed to stay here. Max and Grace were so lucky to stay here and grow up here.
This was my new home, and I could not thank them enough.
Maybe my luck was changing.
When I first moved in it was so strange. I had a room to myself again, but it felt unreal that if I wanted, I could open the door at any time. If I am honest, I still can't believe that if I wanted to walk out of that door I can. It felt truly amazing.
Unfortunately, it wasn't all good as I keep having nightmares. Terrifying horrid nightmares which love to torment me in my sleep. The first night I was here we had a party to celebrate my getting out and becoming free. Jack and Grace ended up staying over. Unfortunately, I woke everyone up as I had a really bad nightmare. I screamed bloody murder. I felt so bad, but they all said that they didn't mind and that they were there if I needed them. It was really nice to know that I had a group of people who were there for me.
After two months their parents got used to my screams. Max however, no matter what, still came to check on me and sits with me until I fall back to sleep. He used to do the same when I screamed in the Asylum. It made the nights bearable. It made me feel safe.
After a while he would come in when I screamed but would fall back to sleep in my room as he could calm me without waking everyone else due to slamming the doors as he came to help me. His parents weren't exactly thrilled to begin with but after a while they said it was okay as he was the only one who could calm me down.
Now all I can think every morning and night is how lucky I am to get to stay here. I couldn't thank Mike and Lily Foster enough.
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Inside the Asylum (Book 1)
General FictionThis is my story. It's the story of how my life, which started out well, was turned upside down when I was 16 years old. You see: They brought me here to Voltaire Asylum. The place where all the crazy people live. The people who don't fit in...