If These Walls Could Talk (American Horror Story Asylum FanFic)

Chapter 7

"Dominique, nique, nique s'en allait tout simplement. Routier pauvre et chantant."

The song was on loop as long as the common room was open. It was also on loop in my head as I lay tossing and turning in bed every night.

The electroshock therapy that I had been given was a couple of days ago but my temples were still red patches that were tender to the touch.

I sat in a chair by one of the many windows in the room, a book resting on my knee with a piece of paper on it where I wrote my notes.

-burning flesh

-Sister Jude's face

I was determined to write down every wrong that was done to me during my stay in this prison so that when I got out I had all the evidence I needed to tear down the walls and expose this place.

I took another drag on my cigarette, grateful that I was finally allowed that small luxury.

Then, Kit Walker himself walked in the room.

The very person who I had so desperately sought out to find now strolled past me.

I looked up at him and he stared back at me as he continued on his way across the room. A chirping sound got my attention and I turned around to see a bird resting on the branch of a tree outside the window.

How I longed to be able to fly away from this place.

"Did you do what I said?"

I turned my head around to see Kit speaking to one of the female patients. The first comparison that came to my mind was Bambi. She had big round eyes that shone like she had just finished crying and a small, heart shaped face. Her hair just brushed the tops of her shoulders and her hands constantly seemed to be flitting about like she was painting the air.

They leaned in close to one another and I strained to hear their conversation.

"I couldn't do it. I'm not good at acting. The only solution is for me to escape this place." Kit answered her.

Escape!

I leaned even further back, hoping that neither of them noticed.

"There's no way to escape this place. Not with Sister Jude watching."

He sighed, sounding disgruntled. "There's has to be a way out. You work in the bakery a lot, right? Don't you guys have delivery vans?"

"Yes; but how would you be able to get out? We're not allowed to drive the vans."

"You've got to help me, Emma. Please. I don't belong here."

"Next time I go to the bakery I will look around for you. But you can't tell anyone else."

"Of course. You can trust me."

Their conversation ended at that and I quickly scribbled down some notes on what I heard and made sure to make a note about speaking with Emma without Kit being there.

Then I got up and left the room, needing some time alone to think.

***

The perfect opportunity to speak with Emma came just a few hours later when the orderlies came in and told the females that it was time for our hydrotherapy soak. Because Emma was so small she was easily overlooked so she was left for last, along with me, who kept dodging the looks of the orderlies as they chose who would go next.

We were left soaking in the large tubs, with a big sheet that was zipped all the way up to my chin so it covered every opening possible so no steam could get out. It left me feeling very uncomfortable and irritated the still tender skin on my temples.

I had no idea how long we were going to be left in the tubs for but I reasoned that it would have to be at least an hour or two so I waited a bit before asking the girl any questions.

I cleared my throat. "So, is Emma your name?"

She turned to look at me, her eyes even wider than usual with a look of surprise. "Y-Yes. My name is Emma Fairhill."

"That's a pretty name, Emma. My name is Freya Norwood. I was always impartial to it but it was my grandmother's name."

She was quiet for a minute and I struggled to continue the conversation.

"You don't belong in here, Emma. How old are you, twenty five?"

"I turn twenty two next month."

Twenty two? What a shame that she's stuck in here.

"Why are you here? You're too young to be in here."

"My family didn't want me anymore. Too much work to take care of me they said. It's been four years."

She looked towards the window at the end of the room, the bars on it making crisscrossing lines on her face.

"Do you ever dream of escaping from this place?" I asked her.

"Escaping! I don't know what you mean. I never think about escaping."

I sighed, trying to decide whether or not I should let her know about how I heard her conversation with Kit earlier.

Yelling erupted from the hallway outside the room and both of us turned our heads to look.

"What's happened??" said one person.

"Something happened with Sister Mary Eunice! Get Nurse McKillian!"

The sound of pounding feet went past our room and faded down the hall.

Sister Mary Eunice and the tunnel!

I frantically spoke to Emma, knowing that I only had a couple of minutes left before someone came in.

"What if I told you that I know a way out?"

"There's no way out of here."

"There is! I know a tunnel. I came through it and I could get us back out."

She looked at me and her eyes looked hopeful. "Can Kit come?"

"No. I don't trust him."

I looked away from her and bit my lip. I still didn't know enough yet about him to determine whether or not he was truly Bloody Face. All I had was one fleeting look to go on.

"He's not a bad person. He doesn't belong here, just like you said I don't."

I sighed. "You two are completely different people."

"He won't make it in here."

"I just can't trust him Emma. I'm sorry."

Someone clapped their hands twice and I looked up to see an orderly holding a pile of fresh clothing. "Alright, time to get out. "

Emma was let out first and she kept her back to me as she left the room.

I had no clue what her final thoughts were on everything but all I could hope for was for her to consider it.

I wouldn't be able to execute the plan by myself otherwise.