a·sy·lum
əˈsīləm/
noun
an institution offering shelter and support to people who are mentally ill.
"he'd been committed to an asylum"
synonyms: psychiatric hospital, mental hospital, mental institution, mental asylum; informalmadhouse, loony bin, funny farm, nuthouse, bughouse; datedlunatic asylum; archaicbedlam
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(This will be told in Jaxon and the Psycho's POV)
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Jaxon's POV
I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked through the dark and run down forestry surrounding the mental hospital my sister was admitted at.
The doctors said she suffered from, "psychotic outbursts of untamed rage and morbid fascinations."
Yeah. Right.
Andrea? Be aggressive and morbid? We are talking about my twin here, right? I mean damn! The girl wore her blonde hair in pigtails until she graduated college.
Her dog is named MUFFINS for fuck's sake.
What mentally insane 26 year old names their dog Muffins?
None of the one's I know of.
My black Nike sneakers crushed the dead leaves on the ground. The trees were barren and creepy looking in the moonlight. Finally I saw the silhouette of the building up ahead.
The asylum was a dingy white concrete building with a rusted iron fence surrounding it's circumference. Ivy was creeping up the outer walls and a misty green fog was hovering above the ground. The cell windows, that were few and far between, had prison like bars chaining the patients inside. There were shrieks muted from inside the walls, and a lump grew in my throat. Andrea didn't need to be in there with those crazies and nutjobs.
I got up to the gate and noticed that nobody was sitting in the guard booth.
Strange.
Quickly, I let myself into the abandoned booth and flipped the switch to open the gate. The iron creaked and scratched against it's rusted counterparts. A wolf or some wolf-like creature howled at the noise and I grunted. Stupid dog. Can't a guy visit his sister in peace?
I squeezed through the small hole that the gate gave me, holding my breath to make myself flatter. My hands found their way into the pockets of my grey hoodie. The fingertips were prickled with pins and needles from the nipping cool of the night. My blonde hair, identical to Andrea's, fell into my green eyes and I brushed it away.
Finally I came upon the front doors of the asylum and slipped in quietly, careful not to make much noise. The guards were always off this hour. I walked through the empty guard station easily and made my way to the female cells. My eyes squinted in the dark and I strained to find cell 2120. The crazies screamed and screeched, mostly garbage and nonsense, but a few got to me.
"Look out for the pirates!" One girl yells. Pirates?
"You're gonna die here! Nobody ever gets out of here alive!" One girl shouted. Another, who I assumed to be her cellmate due to where their voices came from, followed shortly thereafter.
"Did you notice that there aren't any guards? Scar and her group killed them! You'll be next!"
NEXT, NEXT, NEXT! The voices echoed.
I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore them, but something in my gut told me that something was off about this place.
DEAD DEAD DEAD! They chanted. I shook my head and hastened my pace, finding cell 2120 and shaking the bars slightly. The metal was so cold it almost burned to touch it. I rubbed my palms together to generate heat.
