The Undefined Asylum

I Never Meant To Hurt Them

Luke POV

"Please know that I never meant to hurt anyone. Sometimes it just happens. I don't even feel like myself whenever I get angry. I'm not even all that big! How did I take them down so easily? How could I hav-" A short knock at the door startled me out of my writing. I gave a short jump as the door creaked open and a head popped through.

"Mr.Hemmings?"

"Y-y-yes?" I cursed at the tremor in my voice.

"Is everything all right? Your heart rate was elevating." The nurse walked into the room, her eyes wide with concern.

I gave a small nod, "I'm fine ma'am. I'm just writing." I held up the pen for emphasis.

She pursed her red lips, "Well alright then. Call me if you need anything." She left one fleeting look to my journal before turning back to the hallway.

I gave her a forced smile as she slipped out of the room. How could a woman in heels be that quiet? She had hardly made a sound.

I looked back at my battered writing, that was one of the only things they had actually let me keep. The ragged journal from my lower grade school years, the one I had written in to let my feelings out on.

Picked up the pen once more, "I have been put in this cell because i'm a danger to myself apparently. I wouldn't have put myself in danger if I wasn't alive. Thats why commiting suicide is the best answer for me. I wouldn't be a bother to anyone anymore and they could stop spending so much damn money."

I layed my pen down. Yes. I was selfish for wanting to commit. But I have nothing left in this life anymore.

My best friends were dead. Supposedly I was the one who had done it, but I don't remember anything.

My parents had been the ones who had dropped me here, and hadn't even bothered to send a letter or even visited.

The only ones who I think might care about me is that nurse. She always checks up on me, and always seems to want to know what I'm feeling. Yes, I had a counselor that asked those questions, but she never seemed to actually care what I had to say. The nurse had been there when I first got here and had stuck with me throughout my stay.

Her pretty face was the only thing keeping me alive right now. If she has to leave, I won't be able to hold back the darkness that hangs in the back of my mind like a black fog.

A loud, echoing bell rang through the room, startling me from my thoughts. The door swung open once again, revealing my short nurse again. She had a apologetic look on her face, "Sorry for bothering you again darlin. But it's time to go eat."

I sighed, the most hated part of my day was eating in the cafeteria. Where everyone seemed to either ignore you, or paid to much attention. There was a blonde that felt the need to constantly try and flirt, touch, and seduce me in any way he could. I personally am not into males. Or females for that matter.

I got out of my chair and reluctantly followed my nurse down the depressing teal hallway. I guess these colors were once bright, but after too many years of seeing sick people they seemed to give up on being light-hearted.

The Cafeteria was a large room in the center of this asylum. It connected all of the wings together into one big circle. The room overall wasn't very special, with its nailed down seats and tables, grass colored walls, and small windows.

I sat down at one of the tables, nervously rapping my knuckles against the cold table. "Why is everyone staring at me? Do thy hate me? What did I do? What if-"

"Luke?"

I shreiked loudly as a soft voice woke me from my thoughts. I spun around quickly, sheepishly catching the eyes of my sweet nurse.

Her eyes were clouded with worry, "Honey? Are you okay?" She set the tray of food down in front of me.

I shrugged it off, "I'm fine. S-S-Seriously."

She pursed her lips tightly together, "I really don't beleive you, but I won't press. You seem jumpy today."

I gave her a small smile and picked up my fork. Todays meal; Meatloaf. Shudder.

I was disgusted, "Why do they always give the less fortunate all the shitty food? We deserve to be treated just as well as everyone else. And why did they have to kill these poor animals? What did they ever do to us? They're all fluffy and sweet. I bet-"

"Lucas.." A sultry voice expanded me from my thoughts. I looked up, instantly grimacing when I saw my infatuated stalker. Michael.

Michael seemed to be the only person that had ever wanted to get in his pants. He was odd, with his bleached hair and smirked features. He didn't seem to give a shit about anyone. Anyone but Luke of course. He aways showed up at the same time around lunch, and always sat with him.

"So whats for lunch babe?" Michael pinched a bit off the meatloaf and tossed it into his mouth.

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Hey guys, so I basically got bad writers block with this book. I had an idea but it completely flopped. This is as far as it ever got. I'm sorry ;-;