asylum lane au (m.c)

10.

Luke

"What do you remember from the experience, Luke?" 

The scene replayed through my mind over and over. I wanted to stop. How come all the memories I want to keep fade, but this one doesn't?

"Luke?"

"Dr. Blythe wanted to talk to me about new treatment. Maddie came in, went crazy and I killed her," I said in a soft hesitant tone. I said what he wanted me to say even though the guilt of admitting it was eating at my soul. If I even had one anymore.

I blinked up at the several cameras and recorders surrounding. Every single movement, syllable, and breath, all recored, documented for anyone to see. My palms stared to tremble as they started jotting down in their notebooks. 

"Did you encounter anything odd or unusual?" 

"No legs." 

"What was that, Luke?," the unknown lady leaned in more in order to hear my somewhat inaudible mumble. I looked up and stared directly into her eyes, saying in a perfectly clear voice so the words can stab her mind as well.

"No Legs."

Clarity 

I was up and about again. Still feeling hopless and awful of course. I was able to walk around in my tiny cement cell because apparently I'm not fit for a glass one until I show better behavior. The whole hall was silent because two people died. Well, one and a half I guess.

Ashton tried to kill himself not only because Maddie was murdered, but Luke killed her and now he's either being put in prison or extreme captivity. I don't know what that means, but it doesn't sound pleasant. Right when I got better and was out of the infirmary, Ashton lost it in our room.

"Ashton, please just calm down!" 

"Stop yelling at me! Don't touch me! Stop, just stop!" He kept bunching the cement floor until his knuckles were dripping red. I finally stopped trying to yank him off the floor, "I lost everything! There is no reason to live anymore! She didn't deserve to die! She was perfect! Luke can't survive in prison! This can't happen!" He would cringe at his own screaming, making his insanity worse with each sound. 

The sweet soft boy was gone, replaced with a monster. A monster who is lost and lonely. 

After that, he was taken to the infirmary, considering his injuries he'll be in there for awhile. There was a pound on my door, the only part of the room that wasn't cement. I sat on the hard bed to seem average, so they will maybe take me out of this cement hell.

"Clarity?"

"Yes?"

The door opened slowly with a loud creak and walked in was a woman in a white lab coat. She was also totally fake smiling, but I'm guessing a fake smile comes with a lab coat for free.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Shoemake. I'm here to guide you to your distinctive area for the tour."

"Tour?"

"Well, this is a town attraction."

"Can I deny the tour? I rather not be exposed to random eyes."

"I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice. You could simply let me guide you or I will have to call security." Right when I was about to answer, but then another woman came into my cell.

"What's taking so long, Sam?" The new woman was Taryn, the therapist.

"She's resisting."

"Where will I be taken to," I finally found the chance to speak, "I deserve to know." They looked through some lists on clipboards to find my name.

"Minor mental ward, you'll be taking Luke Hemmings cell." I bit my lip at the mention of Luke's name, but simply nodded and decided to leave my cell with them.

Calum

"Have you guys seen Kiana?" I caught up with Sam Taryn very worriedly. I honestly didn't care if they were guiding a patient because Kiana usually the first one here and she hasn't called anyone.

"No, we haven't seen your slut," Sam scoffed, obivously still bitter around me as usual.

"She's not a slut and the tour is about to start and we don't have a tour guide!"

"Calum, do not raise your voice in the wards please," Taryn said gently, quieting me down. Sam put a gorgeous blonde patient into a cell and I couldn't help, but stare. Why didn't I notice her at first?

"Who's this?" I asked, trying sound nonchalant.

"Clarity, a psychosis patient, why?" Taryn answered for me.

"No reason..."

"Stop eyeballing the patients, you perve. Go make yourself useful and check if anyone is sneaking in the back." Sam gave me her famous bitch face. Why did I want to marry her? I didn't want spit at her in anger so I just started to walk to the back in an orderly and silent matter.

I walked to the back, unlocking the door and stepping out. Scanning the area for a bit and turned around to start preparing for the tour. Until I hear a painful groan, I turned back around quickly. My hand on my holister and my stare sharp. I followed the groan carefully, taking quiet steps.

That's when I saw it.

I didn't know if I should scream, cry or shoot.