Dried Up Blood (Yaoi)

-Tranquil 1-

November 5th, 1934

At the Asylum

-Rwain-

There was a lady who was always in charge of me. She took me from an orphanage and brought me here. I was 8 at that time and its been 8 years since I've been 'here', in this Asylum. Tranquil Willow Psychiatric Hospital, is the name of this place. This place is anything but tranquil. Once before, one of the patients was hallucinating and found a gun. Then they shot a few of the guards and then themselves. Though, I wasn't present during the event, so I don't know all the details.

I was sitting in the middle of my room with a stuffed mouse plush that I was allowed to keep. I couldn't find any reason on why I still had this thing. I'm turning 16 in 2 months and I'm growing less fond of this mouse. It got dingier and torn over time, it's right eye missing along with holes and tears over it's body. Suddenly, the door to my room swings open as the rush of cold air flies inside. "Hey, Momma," I said. 

She gives a warm smile as she stares at me with her cyan colored eyes. "Rwain, we have another test for you."

This is the lady that brought me from the orphanage. She told me to call her momma so I did. She has golden locks, pretty light blue eyes, she has a mole on her right cheek. Her face is heart shaped and her cheeks has a rose color, which only make her look more beautiful.

I sit up, straightening my posture to give all of my attention to her. "Is it gonna hurt? This time?"

"Yes. Its going to hurt a lot," she tells, widening her already massive smile.

Was I scared? Not really, no. If I acted out it would only make the test worse. Back when I first came here, I was so scared. I'd cling to the doctors and repeatedly tell them that I wasn't sick. Some of them would push me, hit me or even kick me away. It didn't matter how much I pled. In the end, none of them cared. I was too affectionate and emotional, so one day the took me to a room and put me under anesthesia. Afterwards, I woke up with a huge, ugly scar on the top of my forehead going into my scalp. I didn't act out anymore after that. "What is it this time?"

"Electroconvulsive therapy." She looked at me, smiling with eyes saying, 'If you ask another question, we'll have to do something about that mouth too.'

I nod and follow her down the hall. I get this slight feeling of fear just before we make the first few turns. As soon as we do, all I hear are the terrible screams and cries from different patients in each of the different rooms. Instantly, I notice we're at the testing room after something grips my arm. "Don't worry Rwain, we are all here to help fix that broken little mind of yours," she tells me just before she grabs the doorknob.

She opens the door of the testing room and I see the horrific chair placed in the center of the room. "How long will fixing take?", I ask her.

She doesn't answer. She makes me sit in the chair so she can strap me down. Just before she adjusts the final strap, I question her once more. "How long will this take?"

Her voice becomes low and stern, and I mostly feel the intimidation from her voice.  "10 minutes."

She turns, walking into the back behind the glass with the other doctors and nurses. I hate these, I wish I didn't have to do this. A sudden shock passes through my brain, my body shakes, and a gasp escapes my mouth. It passes but, soon they start it back up. A shock comes once again leaving a tingling sensation behind. The sensations feel like they are piercing every bit of my brain, making my body move uncontrollably. It feels like it been hours, meaning that the test is probably over. 10 minutes felt like a while. Momma starts unstrapping me and she brings me to my feet.