The Asylum

Two

Jeff was roughly yanked from his bed and pulled up onto his feet, A tall bald guard directed him out the door and down the hall where he was pushed into a room. The guard shoved Jeff under a cold stream of water, snatching the jacket off. Jeff snarled at the guard for being handled so roughly, you'd almost think that he was a rabid dog the way the rumble rolled from his throat.

Jeff just let the water roll off him for about two minutes before the guard yanked him back out and re-strapped the jacket. Jeff was toted down the hall and escorted to the man's office.

The man sat behind his giant black desk writing something down on a yellow piece of paper, glancing up at Jeff for a moment before resuming his writing. Jeff sat down in one of the green chairs and slightly leaned forward, being nosy. He was able to make out same of what was on the paper, "Too much security...", "He seems to be a bit stubborn, but compliant", "Leave during the night", "Tell everybody we'll have a guest", "Take care of the dinner preparations."

 Jeff frowned slightly at the non-sense on the paper, who is he writing to? What is talking about?

 "Please, don't let me stop you from reading the rest of the paper." Said the shrink as he scribbled a few more things on it then folded It up, sliding it into an envelope. Jeff looked taken aback and decided to stare out the open window, which had no bars. A quick thought flew into Jeff's mind, Maybe he could escape... He glanced at the shrink, "Go ahead try it, I'm not going to stop you. Just remember that there is security everywhere outside. You wanna leave? Let me at least talk about my plan."

Jeff sat quietly and stared at the floor waiting on the man to speak, "Not much of a talkative person are you? Have you pieced together that the letter was about you? I know you did, your one hell of smart guy, I can tell. My proposal is that two weeks from today I will help you escape, back into the world, and no Jeffery this is not a test."

Jeff scowled at him, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Your just like everybody else here, you do think I'm stupid enough to go along with your fucking plan. Trying to con me into your shitty idea, kinda thought you were better than the others." Jeff turned his nose up and kept glaring at the tall man.

The man sighed, "Jeff, I'm not trying to trick you. How about this? Two weeks from today, I will come to your room and help you escape? If I don't show, then you were right. Until then you will not see me again."

Jeff shrugged, "I couldn't care less." Secretly Jeff yearned to be outside again, to be free, but he wouldn't tell anyone that not even this damn shrink.

The man called in the guard and the guard led Jeff back to his droll room.

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A week went by, and Jeff sat in his old therapist's office, She sat behind the her dark brown desk, in an old rickety blue chair. Wrinkles lined her face and her glasses sat high up on her nose as she straightened up stacks of paper on her desk, "Hello, Jeffery." she greeted in her nasally tone, not waiting for him to reply she carried on. "How have you been today?"

Jeff ignored her and stared at the barred window, "I see. Not in a talkative mood today Mr. Woods? I understand. You can nod or shake your head to answer me, Are you ready for your psychical evaluation next week Jeffery?"

Jeff turned his head to look at her and growled, "Go fuck yourself, Lady."

Ms. Kramer blinked, "Oh my. Mr. Woods would you please keep your profanity to yourself?"

Jeff spit on her desk, "When I get out of this damn jacket, all of you are going to die. I'll make sure of it. Your all fakes."

Jeff continued to rant while Ms. Kramer stared at him in a disgusted manner, "Did you know that mentally unstable people make up the majority of the human population? Criminals, retards, the insane, the sick. If evil didn't exist there would be no good. Correct?"

Ms. Kramer called the guards and Jeff yelled at her while he was dragged out, "Your the REAL monsters! You can't hide, bitch!" Jeff's crazed laughter echoed down the halls. Jeff was thrown into a room and roughly grabbed by a doctor who pushed him own onto a steel table and strapped him down. They attached tubes and wires to Jeff's temples and began the shock therapy...

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Another week went by and Jeff was taken to a examination room. The nurse checked his eyes, nose, ears, mouth. She paid close attention to his pulse, heartbeat and breathing. She made him do a few deep breathing exercise's to make sure she wasn't missing anything and had him step on a scale. She shook her head and clicked her tongue.

"Mr. Woods have you been eating what they give you?" The bimbo looking nurse asked as she wrote his weight down on a piece of paper. Jeff grunted and stepped off the scale. "No." he stated gruffly.

"Why is that?" she asked tilting her head. Anybody that found something wrong with the facility usually reported it, and this nurse was getting a bit suspicious. "They don't give me food." Jeff's stomach roared in protest of not having any kinda of edible substance in it.

"Oh my. Do they feed the other patients?" She asked concern in her voice. Jeff shrugged and shuffled away back to the entrance knowing he'd be roughly dragged back to his room. The nurse scribbled the report onto a compliant paper and hurriedly left to go turn it in.

Jeff slunk into his room and found that tall pale man sitting his bed. "Well hello Jeffery. Didn't think I'd show, eh? Guess you were wrong. Now, lets get you out of here."