"be sure to securely lock all your doors and windows, folks. because once again, mysterious serial killer strikes a mass genocide upon city council members, skinning them of their faces. sources believe that he had also killed another woman, tortured her in more ways than one and-"
i turned off the television. i don't want to hear any more about these lunatics. i've had enough of them already at work and i don't need any more here at home.
i don't understand why he feels the need to keep killing random people. he's absolutely deranged. but it's a never ending cycle for everyone now. he's been at this so long that i guess everyone in our town had just gotten used to him.
i fixed my work clothes, fluffed up my curly brown locks and took the keys to my car. i banged my fists on my friend's apartment door, waiting impatiently outside. he came outside eventually.
"ugh, finally!" i said, "now hurry up, we're almost late!" i grabbed him by his wrists and dragged him to the car.
"well, good morning to you too, kimmy." michael greeted, with a hint of sarcasm. "name one good thing about the morning." i stepped on the gas pedal and he jolted a bit.
"um, you woke up?"
"now tell me why that's a good thing." i looked at the rear and side view mirrors as i made a u-turn. "why do you look so tired? did you even sleep last night?" i asked michael, my view shifting back and forth from him to the road.
"huh? uh, i mean yeah, yeah i did." he said, while rubbing his eyes. i didn't but it. "you're lying again."
"i said i did, okay?!" he screamed.
i'm used to it. he's a short-tempered guy and i get that. "what's that on your shirt?"
"jell-o."
i slowly hit the brakes and parked at my usual spot. i unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, michael did the same.
"meet you at lunch." we fist-bumped and parted ways. he worked at the west wing whilst i worked at the east. and yes, you guessed it (or probably not have guessed at all.), we worked at an insane asylum. where we treat - or should i say, imprison mentally unstable murderous psychos and sociopaths.
some would be terrified of our job but honestly it's not that big of a deal. the people here range from those that believe that they can fly, to those who have killed twelve people in the past three days.
"morning, jenn." i greeted my co-worker as i slid my i.d. onto the scanner. "hello, kim." jenn's kind of in the nutty side, too. most of the staff are. especially the head-warden. now she's a real wacko, i tell you. not to mention really shady, too.
you can never trust anyone here. except michael, he's been my best and only friend ever since i can remember. we met at the orphanage. we were roomates actually, we never really got adopted, and we never wanted to. we just kept waiting to be eighteen so we can be our own person.
i stood at my usual post in the rec room for those crazy people. we watched them as they either bang their heads onto walls or talk to the walls and as some of them struggled to wiggle off their straitjackets.
not much happens here, really. and if something does happen, they either get tasered, tranquilized, or be rehabilitated in the "restricted area."
that's where the suspicious stuff happens, most of the patients that go in there, never come back as the same person. hell, most of them probably end up dead because they don't come back at all. they change in there and the fact that no one else is allowed in there other than the head-warden, doesn't really tickle anyone's curiosity.
i brought food up to my usual patient. he's the most sensible companion here so i picked him as my main. he was proven guilty of slitting throats of seven teenagers that were in his college, they probably bullied him for ashton to dig that deep. his lawyer told the judge that he was a bit looney in the head so he was sent here. he wasn't really crazy but if his lawyer hadn't said that, he would've been sentenced to death so it's not like they had any other choice.
"mornin' ashton, here's your breakfast. already chopped up, just the way you like it. " i handed him the tray. "thank you, kimberly, and even if it weren't chopped up already, it's not like you guys would let me near a knife now would you?" we laughed.
"no, we would not, so c'mon eat up, you have a check up with doctor carter later." i giggled.
"okay, yes ma'am!" he put his hand up in salute and earned another laugh from me.
he finished up his dish and we proceeded to the nurse's office. doctor carter was scribbling notes and blueprints. i knocked on the already opened door to let him know of our presence and he jumped.
"oh, uh- ashton, ready for your check up?" he nodded and sat on the observation table.
he placed his stethoscope on his ears and placed the end of it on ashton's bare chest, causing him to wince at the sudden cold.
"okay, ashton, i want you to sit incredibly still, okay? i'll insert something into your system and it'll just be a little prick."
the doctor grabbed a huge injection and he knows pretty damn well that ash has a phobia of those. ashton flinched at the sight of a needle.
"get that away from me!" he started kicking. "it's just medication, calm down." he tried to pin it into him even after every attempt by ash to keep it away from him.
it couldn't bear to see ashton struggle for longer. i slapped the needle off the doctor's hands and it broke as it hit the ground.
"shock me, or better yet kill me, but keep those damn needles away from me or i will fucking stab someone!" ashton screamed.
"okay, okay! let's just get you for a c.t. scan." he hooked him up and started the machine. the readings were going crazy. "it's because of the needles." i said. the doctor nodded and waited a few minutes if it'd change. and it did.
"it's steady. why won't you guys just let him out?"
the doctor sighed. "it's not that easy. we need to run some more tests-"
"more tests?! you've shaved him, drugged him, burned him, electrocuted him with thousands of volts, scanned and pricked him multiple times, what other tests do you need?!"
"nurse, get him to his cell." the doctor sighed. the male nurses started to line up around ashton. "approve of it that's he's fit to live with society once more." i argued.
"i said get him to his cell!" doctor carted snapped.
"fine! but at least let me take him there."
"whatever floats your goat." she shooed us off and continued to scribble down on the blueprints once we've left.
"sorry about that, i've told them multiple times to just put your meds in a capsule instead of a vaccine, multiple times." i sighed.
"it's okay, those guys are just like those damn needles. they're pricks and i hate them with every fiber of my being." ashton said through gritted teeth, making his neck veins pop out as he balled his fists.
"calm it down a bit, ashton." i stroked his arm and messed up his hair a bit. "i don't get why they even let you walk me to my cell. you're so tiny while i'm this huge titan. i can overpower you so easily."
"but you won't."
"yeah but-"
"here's your cell, see you in a bit, ash." i hugged him and we said our goodbyes before i strolled back to the rec room. i wonder how michael's doing.
