Can You Believe What They've Done To You?

Beaten, fucked and if I'm lucky left for dead.

January 16th 1836

My story is long and a tad confusing and I don't remember all of it but I will try.

I'm not entirely sure why I am documenting all this, but I feel like I would go insane if I don't. It gives me something to do in this Hell hole whilst I await for my next brush with death I suppose.

I've been here one month now.

And I still don't have a reason to be here.

I'm not insane.

Just viewed that way by a society that doesn't understand, nor do they care to understand.

When I was young, my parents did not care for me. They neglected and abused me daily. My mother was a prostitute, my father, like many other men in London, was a drunkard. He was always down the local ale house, drinking away what little money my family had. My brother and sisters had long since married and moved away, but I was far too young. Everyday I would hide in my little cupboard room, occasionally visited by a stray cat that would climb through the hole in my wall where the damp had began to rot away the house as I played my violin softly and almost silently, singing along to little tunes I had made up or picked up from buskers in the street. Quietly, of course. Should mother or father ever hear, they would beat me black and blue.

My mother was murdered on a street corner one night.

Her throat was slit, the snow that lay beneath her body was splattered crimson, the constable said. Presumably murdered by a "customer" as mother called them. I didn't mind terribly. I was very much glad to see her go. Father, however, didn't take her death well. He was unemployed; where would he get his money now? Mother was his only source of income. We were going to lose our narrow little house in a filthy dirty back ally, no wider than my out-stretched arms. The thought of not being able to afford his drink caused him to go into a massive rage. He'd beat me more and harder than ever, on several occasions, he'd even rape me.

On my tenth birthday, in the dead of night, I packed my old violin into it's case and ran away.

I never looked back.

Kier looked at the paper in his cold, shaking hands.

He couldn't believe what he had read. 'My God... Poor Laurence...' he thought.

He folded the scrap back up, placing it carefully on the floor. He rubbed his eyes which were sore and aching from focusing hard. He curled up in the corner and drifted off into a restless, dreamless sleep.

Laurence looked over to his two sleeping friends as they curled up together, smiling as Barrone's brass welding goggles gently slipped over his eyes as he slept. Lord knows how Barrone got away with keeping them when everyone else was stripped of everything they owned. He always hid them whenever a doctor came by and clung onto them for dear life when another inmate joined the cell. Those goggles were special to him, but in fear of offending or upsetting, Laurence never asked why.

Laurence pulled out a hidden pencil he had taken from his last visit to Doctor Albert's office from the top of his right thigh high stocking before searching his other for a scrap of parchment, wallpaper or anything he could write on. His eyes widened and panic set in.

He left his documents in quarantine.

He threw his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He had to get those documents back. But how? Feign a bout of extreme madness? Cause a fuss in the dining hall? Hang himself by his stockings like many other inmates before him?

He shook his head slowly, thinking about how to get them back when he suddenly remembered.

Kier was still down there. Suffering, no doubt.

Laurence remembered his first day in the asylum. All new inmates were quarantined and he barely survived the night.

But now Kier was presumably alone. He had no one to comfort him, to protect him. Laurence didn't even know what Kier was in this vile place for anyway.

He could only pray that Kier wasn't another suicide case.

~oOo~

meh short but hey I updated!

little bit of Laurence's back story (I know it's awful I'm sorry please don't hurt me) more will be revealed as the story unfolds..

sorry I've been so busy I haven't really had time to update but here it is! :)

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