The Ambrose Asylum

Chapter One

Original Date Written: 11/01/15

Original Date Published: 12/19/15

Original Date Edited: 10/5/22

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***AJ POV***

Have you ever been aware of your surrounding but not been able to move or anything? If you have you know how I feel.

"You may have given her an overdose," a male voice said.

"Well, it's the same amount for all the others," a woman said.

"Maybe, but she is smaller than the average person" the male said again.

"Maybe she's dead, wouldn't be the first time, either way, I don't care" a different male responded.

"We know you don't care, Orton" the female responded. Orton as in the guy that tried to rape me, are you kidding me. Now I really want to wake up.

"Hey, she's moving," the first male said.

I slowly opened my eyes, and the bright lights hit me. Damn, that hurt I think. I eventually got my eyes open and tried to move, only to realize I was tied or strapped to the bed.

"Hi AJ, how are you feeling?" a woman asked.

I've seen her somewhere, wait the brown hair and lab coat lady, she drugged me.

"Fine, what time is it?" I asked curiously since it looked dark outside through the barred window. Yes, they have bars on the windows. Prison is looking better and better. 

"6:00 pm" the male who had a shaven head said.

"So I've been asleep for like nine hours," I said, assuming I got here at 9 am.

"Well, not really. You've been asleep for three days and nine hours," the woman said.

Three days, that's not asleep, that's a coma. "Oh, where are my manners" the woman started "I'm Stephanie one of the doctors here, this is Hunter one of the owners, and you already know Randy," she told me.

Yea I may know him, but that doesn't mean I want too. 

"Um, can you untie me," I asked.

"Of course, but there are rules and if you cause any more trouble you'll be sent to the ward," she told me as Hunter started to unchain me.

What the hell was the ward?

"Anyway dinner is being served, so after you change feel free to come down and I left books on the desk about our rules and regulations, any questions," she asked happily.

"No," I said, sitting up and rubbing my wrists.

"Alright, we'll leave you then. Your schedule is on your desk as well," she told me as everyone left the room.

I got up off the bed and went over to the desk and found two books, the first about the asylum, the doctors, and some other useless people. The second about the rules and whatnot. Like I'll ever read it, but there was also a schedule and some clothes.

It was black pants, a white t-shirt, and white socks and shoes. Wow, they leave no room to express yourself. I quickly changed out of my clothes and into the other ones. However, I kept on my black chuck taylors; this is one thing I'll never part with.

I exited the room and found a hallway full of rooms, every room had a name and a number. My room number was 69 and they put only your first name on the room. The room to my left had the number 68 and the name Brie, and the room to my right was 70 with the name Paige.