Asylum»Peterick

2//Gathering Room

Once realization hit me, I got up from Pete's hold and walked out.

"Where are you going?" He asked me as I was locking the cement door.

"To get these clothes off, they smell like two homosexuals sleeping together." I told him.

He sighed and went back to rest.

I managed to escape the men's cell hall because Sister Mary locks it up at night, and I went straight to the locker that had my spare uniform in it.

***

Other caretakers arrived, said their hello's, and made their way to the mentally deranged patients.

I decided to feed mine, I'm sure he would appreciate it.

I went to the kitchen and met the chef/woman who didn't understand what a cook book was, and ignored her flirts, just accepting the...pancakes?

"I know you always ignore me whenever I try to make you like me, but seriously, let's get a drink sometime." She offered.

"Yeah, it's not that I don't like you, it's just that I'm not even the slightest bit interested in you whatsoever. But thanks for cooking for the humans who are locked up here." I smiled.

She frowned and shoved a cup to me.

"There's a drink for the faggot who now lives here." She scolded.

"I'm sorry you're still a virgin because no one will accept your date requests." I said still smiling.

She rolled her eyes in embarrassment. I didn't care at all.

I walked out of the kitchen and into the commons, I eyed the religious statues wondering why some god, as he called himself, would allow this, you'd think someone like that would be humble and not enjoy these, but no, he enjoyed the attention apparently.

This place was far from godly, in fact it was quite satanic, the murderous experiments that were held here, the pills Sister Mary forced the mentally challenged to take, the repetitive music that would play in the "play pen" as I would call it, the food that probably contained even more deadly medicine, the dimly lit living cells, the bars covering the windows, the cold temperatures, the suicides, this entire place seemed to be ruled by satan himself, I didn't quite understand how something could get so out of hand like this.

I sighed and walked to Pete's cell.

"Here," I opened the small sliding door, "I know this food probably sucks, but at least it's better than nothing, I suppose." I shoved the food close to his cot.

He sighed and got up, "I bet your dick would taste better than this." He told me.

"Who knows, maybe if you're a good homosexual I'll give you some cum to replace the syrup." I teased, sliding the orange juice into the cell.

"Be ready in 5 minutes, Wentz, it's almost time to bathe you." I commanded.

He laughed and I tried not to think about being forced to see him naked.

***

I grabbed hold of his shoulders directing him down to the basements where the baths were.

"What do I do now?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"You take off your clothes and get in this bath."

He did as he was told and winced in shock not realizing it was going to be colder than ice.

"Yeah, sorry, it's part of Sister Mary's so called treatment for gays." I apologized sadly.

I pulled the rubber cover over the bath and latched it shut so Pete was forced to stay in the ice cold bath.

"Yes, making me bathe in fucking cold ass water is going to make the tension of wanting to fuck guys in the ass." Pete said with sarcasm drenching his voice.

I shook my head and raised my hand, "pray the gay away." I laughed.

Pete started making....I guess sexy faces, and by listening to the sounds of the water splashing I could tell he was fixing a boner.

"Am interrupting something or?" I said sarcastically letting him know I knew about his issue.

By his facial expression I could tell he was embarrassed, his cheeks being painted by an invisible paint brush the color pink.

"It's fine, maybe someday this boner will be in your ass." Pete smirked.

I laughed and left to get him new clothes.

***

Pete was dressed and I lead him upstairs to the gathering room, where all the patients did their own thing with their caretakers and ate lunch, I suppose this was my favorite time, they weren't all cooped up in their cells banging their heads on the doors.

I sat on the couch that was in front of a small table with Pete, who was watching all the other inmates.

One was cackling for some reason, another was holding a small toy acting like it was a child, a man was masturbating in the corner quietly, a woman was wandering around on all fours pretending she was a dog, a man was trying to climb the wall because he wanted to walk on the ceiling, a woman was staring out the window, and then there was the one who I worried about the most, an extremely tall woman was laying on the floor trying to make snow angels on the wooden floor. These people confused me, but I knew that they all needed love and nurturing.

I looked back over at Pete who was now looking out a window.

His jet black raven hair was glistening in the light the small lamp on the table made.

"Am I one of them? Do people see me like a mentally challenged guy who tries to climb a wall?" He asked me, turning his head to look at me.

"No, the sisters here see you as a twisted animal who doesn't understand that penis+vagina=child. I know you didn't choose to be like this, it just came naturally." I responded bitterly, the bitterness not directed at Pete.

He looked down with sadness in his eyes.

Sister Mary bursted into the room with a tray in her hands, small cups of water on one side, and a plastic cup with pills in it.

"Everyone line up for your candy!" She demanded joyfully.

The poor souls did as they were told, pete bringing up the caboose of the line.

"I'm sorry, Pete, these pills will suck, I promise I'll get you out of here asap." I said sympathetically.

He just shrugged and walked forward, waiting for his turn.

The woman smiled at Pete and gave him 2 small pills.

I could feel the glare he gave her.

After that was done he joined me on the couch again.