Wrong Number, Bitch

Chapter 32 Welcome To Hell

The ride was very uncomfortable, Y/n was placed in a straight jacket and 3 guards with guns were all sitting around her in complete silence.

Y/n just sat there, staring at the floor with a blank expression, millions of thoughts running through her head. She constantly thought about Will, still comprehending the fact that he had sent her to a mental institution.

After hours of zoning out Y/n heard the rattling of gravel against the tires as they drove for miles on an empty road. Y/n looked up from the floor and felt the van come to a stop.

All guards straightened their posture and fixing their suits, suddenly the back doors swung open as 2 men in white grabbed Y/n by her shoulders and pulled her out of the van.

Y/n squinted her eyes as the bright sky, having been in a van that had no windows made Y/n seem to forget that it was still daytime. She wondered if they actually drove all night.

Y/n was shoved forward and nudged by a guard who was trying to get her inside the Asylum. 

Y/n looked around at her surroundings, the Asylum looked like a run-down Manor but white. The sign right next to the barbed wire fence said,

"Welcome to the Penetrative Asylum for the mental and troubled."

The name 'Penetrative Asylum' was crossed out in red paint and above it read, 'Hell'.

The barbed wire fence seemed to be rusted but the closer Y/n got to it she realized that the rust was actually blood and a bloody sign that hung from the fence that read 'High Voltage', only then did she realize it was a electric fence.

Despite its perimeter the Manor/Asylum was run down, the white paint chipped from the wood as a leak came running down from a pipe on the side of the Asylum.

Yet once she was pushed inside it looked completely different.

Everything was white, the outfits, the wallpaper, the waxed floorboards, even the guards that were escorting the prisoners were wearing all white with light gray chest plates.

There was a lady behind a white marble counter, she had a computer in front of her and behind her was a room full of files, mostly from patients and doctors.

The lady had a golden-brown bob, her blue name tag read Piper. She looked Y/n up and down before one of the men in white handed Piper a file which she snatched.

She scanned through it before scrunching her nose up at Y/n who frowned. Piper grabbed a keycard and  handed to the guard who then escorted Y/n to her room.

She was thrown into a cell with a mattress on the floor, no blanket, and a broken toilet that had had actual rust around the hinge of the toilet.

"What are you in here for?" A deep, male voice said from the cell straight ahead.

"W-what." Y/n's voice cracked which made a girl giggle.

"So the little angel can speak, how adorable." Said the female, Y/n walked over to her cell door to see a silhouette of a slim blonde girl, her hair long but matted as if she was deprived of having a shower.

"Easy Sasha, before you scare her with your bad breath." Said the male, Sasha then scoffed and tried sticking her head through the bars but to no use she couldn't.