Asylum Mental Institution (TW and TVD)

Chapter 2

As soon Dr. McCall finished up with me she left me at the office.

"You're gonna be okay Kat." She had said and walked away. Dr. McCall is the only person I trust in this facility. For some reason I believe that she will help me.

Two guards led me to my room after that. Coincidentally, my roommate happened to be Lydia Martin. The room was more like a cell and it had two beds on each side. One which was already claimed, and mine. There was a clock right above my bed. It read 8:06pm. Had I really been with Dr. McCall for that long? I don't remember what time my stepfather brought me here. All I know is that I'm starving and I'm scared.

I could feel the slight tension in the room when the guards left between her and I. She was sitting down on the bed, her legs crossed with her head down. Her hands were fiddling with her fingernails very shaky like.

In a way, she is so beautiful. She is the type of girl in a high school that everyone would love to be friends with or date. Her eyes are this bright green and her hair is extensively long and wavy. I stared at her for awhile until I fell asleep.

April 19th, 2015

As I woke up, a pair of green eyes were next to me. I screamed and pushed myself back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." Lydia says quietly. Her voice is sweet but raspier than I ever expected.

"Um..no it's okay." I say sitting up slowly. Lydia stands there next to my bed and looks around the room. She seems so nervous. I look at her name tag and the numbers are:

2126
Lydia

"What's your name?" She asks quickly.

"Kat. Kat Thompson." I say and smile.

"I'm Lydia." She says and smiles back. Her hands start moving like they did before on the bed, picking at her fingernails and moving them in circles. It almost seems like it's hard for her to talk.

"Were you..um watching me sleep?" I ask.

"Yea. Sorry. It's just, I haven't had a roommate in awhile." She says sadly. I wonder why she hasn't had a roommate in awhile but I shake the thought and keep talking to her.

"How long have you been here?" I ask, my voice low.

"Five years." I gasp and then look down.

"They say I have. . .The doctors, I think. I can't tell. . .who. ."She starts to pick at her fingernails again. Then again, she never really did stop. "I don't know if it's the voices. . .I can't tell. .what's real, I don't. ."

She doesn't ever finish any of her sentences. She tries her best to talk to me but she can't. So, I gently place my hand on her shoulder. She flinches but then relaxes. The silence roams through the room and we leave it there. It's calming actually, to talk to a person while not actually talking to them. You can just feel the connection and understand exactly how they feel even if they don't tell you.

A guard steps up to the room and unlocks the door. He opens it and Lydia walks out with out a word. I follow her and walk out of the room.

"What's going on?" I ask frantically. She turns to face me. She looks confused for a second but then she's back to her self. For some reason, I wonder if she thought that maybe I'd disappear. Maybe she thought I wasn't real.

"It's breakfast time." She says and I watch as everyone in this compartment start walking down the hall around us. More and more doors unlock and hundreds of mysterious faces show up. How long did I sleep?

A big blue door is opened and everyone enters, some people start screaming, and others stay silent. The cafeteria is the same as yesterday. Huge and old.