re-establishment

Asylum

The End Is Near.

I kept staring the words written on the walls.

4223. 4224. 4225... i kept counting my heartbeats. I have been doing this for the past few hours.

I am cocooned in the corner of the room. I have been in the same position for two days. My body is stiff.

It all started from a foetus. It all started when I was in my mother's womb.

"It is going be a fairytale inside." The words kept ringing in my ears, like a chant.

It feels like my body is just a burning pile of garbage.

Blood is dripping from my ears.

I raised my hand and slowly touched my ears, but nothing. My ears aren't bleeding.

I try to scream, but just a whoozing breath comes out of my throat.

'Run. Run till your limbs bre-' I quickly shove my head onto the wall, and it starts bleeding, but I don't even cry and just accept my fate.

There is a slight crack on the wall now, but I don't mind it and slowly touch my head and then bring my hand to my mouth and lick off the blood.

A white bird with a golden crown is here again. Is in my head again.

It's singing. Singing lullabies as if indicating me to sleep...

'I want to run out of here.' I speak to the white bird in my head.

The white bird flutter it's wings and suddenly disappears.

I smile. The bird always disappears whenever I'm going insane, as if it's reminding me to stay sane.

Drops of blood slowly slide down my nose bridge and fall on my lower lips.

I gently lick them, feeling the taste of the matellic copper.

My parents left me here. They abandoned me and handed me to the Royals. They said that I don't deserve to live.

I dont deserve to live...

Suddenly, the door of my cell bursts open, and two guards, along with a man in between them, burst in.

The man between them was also in a military outfit, but the outfit was slightly torn.

The other two guards throw him on the floor, a few feet away from me.

That man's mouth tasting dust, and his cheek was bleeding from the throw.

The guards take a look at me and then throw a bandage in front of me, before turning around and slamming the cell door behind them again.

I just stared at that guy who was thrown on the floor.

That guy slowly sat back up on the floor and stared back at me.

He has brown eyes and sharp jawline with fair skin. He definitely has a muscular body and maybe a height of 6 feet.

His military outfit was thick and rough. It was torn on several sides.

"Hey." That guy spoke slowly, seeming confused, "I'm your new cell... mate. Adam."

I dont react.

I wonder how long it has been since someone touched me?

Last time someone touched me, she died.

Adam stares at the cut on my head, and then he notices the slight crack on the wall, as if he is connecting the dots.

"Why would you do that?" He slowly but carefully spoke.

I did it because it's better to die than stay here.

I dont respond and just stared at him.

"You don't speak?" Adam tilts his head to the side.

I dont say anything, but I slowly crawl to the bandages on the floor and start to open the pack.

"I heard that your name is Cecily? Is it true?" Adam, ask.

I haven't spoken to someone in a long time. I haven't spoken anything for a long time.

"Yes." I gave a flat-out reply to Adam to which his eyes slightly widened, and he smiled.

He smiled at me. At a monster like me.

He slowly leaned forwards to touch the cut on my head.

'You're gonna kill people!' Words rang in my ear.

I quickly ducked sideways so that he won't touch me, "Don't even dare to touch me!" I yelled.

My throat is closing from the panic and the lack of breath, it feels like my rib cage is breaking into million pieces as i continue to breath. I should have died.

"W-why not?" Adam whispered and leaned his back on the bed, spacing some distance between us.

I dont reply to him in an immediate but instead I wrap the badge around my head.

I always wondered if the white bird will come around to save me. Will the bird get me out of here?

"I'm cursed. People die when they touch me." I mumbled slowly after I finished bandaging my head.

Adam nodded in response.

"How long have you been here?" Adam asked.

"From the past 10 years, 2 months and 4 days." I also leaned my head back onto the wall and again cocooned myself by wrapping my arms around my legs.

Adam nodded, "You don't know anything about the outside world?"