Asylum Horrors

Rules

  I snapped out of my senses and slowly inched towards the door the nun had left through. I wasn't expecting the door to open, but I clasped my hands through the door handle and pulled. The hallway, was dirty and gray, dirt speckles falling through the roof onto the ground like acidic snow. I stepped out onto the linoleum floor, cold against my bare feet, and closed the door behind me. Among the screaming and sobbing of the inmates, I heard music.  

  Music was my greatest escape from the depression and terror of the world, and i followed it. I pushed through crowds of reeking patients and guards that smelled of cigarettes until I got to a common room full of other patients. In front of the only ground window was a record player, playing that song. I sat down in a ripped up blue chair, and tipped back, enjoying what music I could listen to in my near future. I was interrupted by the same nun, as she tapped my shoulder hesitantly as if i had some germ.

  ''Ms. Fowler, come with me please, we have some rules to discuss before you can officially roam around your desires'' She gestured me up and walked off, expecting me to follow her. I got up from my comfortableness and followed back through the hallway of patients and guards, down a flight of stairs, to an office. She opened the door, and my nose had started to sting. I got a waft of the smell of church candles and evaporated water. It was a smell that was way better than where i was just seconds ago. ''Please Mrs. Fowler, sit down,''    

   She walked behind her desk and sat down in a chair, letting her rosary hang down on the desk. This nun was very intimidating, so I quickly did as she said with no malfunction. I cautiously looked over, observing my surroundings, only to notice a shelf of whips. ''Ms. Fowler, you have been turned over to the administration of Manorhill because of your unruly actions of murder. You are a sinner. And you will go to Hell and burn with the Devil himself. But because I decided to be your ruler, I and Jesus Christ, our Savior, will be here to save you from that death. Therefor, there are rules,'' I was shocked by her sudden modesty. I was now stuck in a Catholic church asylum in which I myself was non religious. She pulled out a piece of paper from her deck drawer, and handed it to me. On that sheet of paper were the rules I was supposed to follow;

  1. No messing with the Record Player
  2. No violence between the staff or other patients
  3. No violence towards yourself
  4. As long as you are hear in this church, you will be of Catholic religion. 
  5. We do not approve of a different sexual orientation other than Heterosexuality
  6. No sexual intercourse between you, other patients, staff, or with yourself
  If any of these rules are broken, you will be whipped however amount I give you.

    ''Are there any questions?'' she asked with a sarcastic smile.
    

  ''Yes mam, when will I get out?'' i asked sheepishly    

   ''Well, Ms.Fowler, no one ever leaves Manorhill. Not alive at least,'' At first, I thought she was joking about what she said, but then i thought about how old the inmates were when i glanced at them, and all of the whips and the smell of decay. I quickly hopped out of the chair and to the door out, but before i left, the nun had spoken, ''You may call me Sister Josephine. And remember, Jesus is watching what you do, and whatever bad you do, you will pay in sorrow, grief, and blood.'' and with that, i left without looking back once.