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welcome to tanglewood maner

• luke •

i didn't do it. i didn't murder my parents, but everyone thinks i did. of course they blame the, "mentally unhealthy kid." for murder. they saw my records of being in and out of hospitals for depression, they saw that i had scars on my wrists and thighs so they blamed the mentally unstable kid. assuming i did it. i loved my parents. i watched them die right in front of my own two eyes, which tore me apart. i can remember that night crystal clear but the odd thing is, i can't seem to remember the man who did it. the only person who seemed to believe me was my best friend, ashton. he promised he'd get me out and prove that i didn't do it but until then, here i am sitting in the backseat of a cop car, with my hands cuffed, my ankles cuffed and feeling like i've completely lost my mind.

i wanted to scream and i wanted to cry but i had to keep it together. i was being drove to an insane asylum across state. i looked out the window and watched the trees and sky pass by my eyes quickly. i noticed the further we got the more it was just roads and land. finally after two hours of driving we went deeper and deeper into the woods and dirt roads then finally i saw it... the huge old building with a humongous cross sitting in the front. it kinda seemed like it was being hidden for some reason. it looked like it had been here for ages. it was dark and rainy outside as i was escorted out of the car by two policemen. my heart pounded as i got closer to the doors.

i noticed there were things on the front doors that said things like, "welcome to tanglewood manner mental ward, god can save you." 

"our lord and savior, jesus christ is willing to help anyone in need of his love."

see, i'm not religious. i don't really have an opinion on god. no, that doesn't mean i don't believe in him. that just means i have no preference. i don't like to think about it, really.

the first thought that came to my head was, wait, insane asylums aren't even a thing anymore. why is this one was okay? they're hasn't been asylums since the 60's. why were they taking me here? why not a jail or just a mentally ill hospital? 

i began to feel like some part of this was fucked up.

i was pushed into the building with two policemen on both sides of me. i bit down on my lip ring nervously as i was harshly jerked. "hey, watch it." i snapped at the police officer.

"watch your mouth, young man."

i rolled my eyes and huffed. i took a look around. this place seemed so old fashioned. nuns walked around as did patients. some of them chewing and scratching at their skin. i gulped.

just as i was about to ask why in the hell we were just standing here for, a nun walked up to us smiling. "ah, mr. hemmings. you're here." she seemed to be an older lady.  she also had a slight accent but i wasn't sure what accent.

she was skinny and i couldn't see her hair because of what she was wearing. i met her eyes and didn't make an expression.

"we've been waiting for you. i'm sister edith." she held out her hand for me to shake.