The Haunted Asylum

Prologue

[1934 Jackson City, Alabama]

Margie Lawson's screams pierced throughout the hideous hallways of Jackson County Asylum. While everyone else had escaped their imprisonment, Margie was stuck in her tiny room banging on the door, asking for help.

A fire had broken out. She was trying to peek through her little plexiglass window and trying to see what was going on. The staff of the unit were walking with the other prisoners, single file and in chains. All she could see through the thick, dark smoke were the outlining of the white uniforms, worn by the prisoners. Noone had even bothered to look up to see (or hear) Margie screaming for help.

She had seen a few of the prisoners fall from inhalation, and it caused the whole line to stumble. The staff worked quickly to get them all outside to a safe place. Inside the halls of the asylum, she heard distinct chattering and yelling. "Make sure we get everyone out!" A man shouted. She hoped and prayed they would find her.

From outside the asylum, sirens from fire trucks blared through the city.

Margie had a mental breakdown a few months ago, and was on the verge of dying when she overdosed on prescription pills. Her boyfriend, Billy had broken up with her and she had lost it. It was a Friday night and her parents weren't home. They had gone out to a revival. She didn't feel like going and her parents kept insisting, but she wasn't in the mood. She had been depressed since the breakup, but she was really good at hiding her feelings, so her parents never found out.

Her father was on Vicodin for some pain he was experiencing after his appendix ruptured. When they left, about an hour of lonliness, she wrote her parents a letter:

Dear mom and dad,

I am terribly sorry to have to leave you this way, but I am in so much pain and it's completely unbearable. Billy and I had broken up a few months back and I am sorry I never told you.

You never asked.

I am now off to see my grand-mumma and "poppy." Take my possessions and sell them. Make some good use for them and make money for yourselves. After all, the economy will soon be crashing.

There really is no hope for me. Tell everyone I know and love, not to cry for me. I will be in Heaven smiling down on them. Please tell Lizzy that I won't be able to see her get married in the physical realm, but I will be watching from the spiritual realm.

Don't try and save me.

Your dead daughter, Margie

Margie didn't know what possessed her to call 911 but she did. When they asked "What's the emergency" she said, "I've killed someone." She later replied with "me," when they questioned her with "who?"

She knew the ambulance would be by pretty quickly, so she took the Vicodin as fast as she could. By the time they arrived, she was unconscious and unresponsive.

So now, she was "doing the time" in the asylum, and she knew that it was now her time to die. She prayed it was. Still, noone was looking up or lifting an ear. It was then at that time, she felt her lungs burning and aching and she fell helplessly to the ground.

[A/N: I know that this chapter is very short, but I hoped you enjoyed reading it. I wrote this story when I was 15, and my sister, @chrisisanangel helped me co-write it. It's been 16 years now, and I don't exactly remember what I wrote, so as I go through writing this, it might have been updated. I am wishing this story gets published through wattpad, because it was a really good story years ago. I should have kept in on my person, but I never did. Also, feel free to vote, comment, and suggest anything else! Love you guyz!]