The Ambrose Asylum

Chapter Two

Original Date Written: 12/01/15

Original Date Published: 12/31/15

Original Date Edited: 10/5/22

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(Three Days Later)

~~~AJ's POV~~~

Is it possible to die of boredom?

If I have to spend one more day in this room, I'm gonna go crazy for real. We still get fed, but I have no one to talk to and nothing to do; prison is looking better by the second. We have been on lockdown for the last three days, and I'm tired of it.

They won't tell us why we're on lockdown, just to stay quiet. I've been staring at the same wall for three days, and walls are boring when you don't stare at them. I would stare out the window, but that's just as bad. I got so bored I started to read those books they left. I mean, I didn't get past the first page but still.

I learned two things from reading those books:

1) Those books are boring as hell, and I'd rather stare at the wall.

2) The ward is not a place you want to go.

It's only where they send the helpless cases, and once you go there, you never come back, for reasons I never want to find out about.

It was now 11 pm, and I was awake. And would you look at that, still bored. 

I also looked at my schedule, and it's simple every day at 9 am, 1 pm, and 6 pm, we get fed, at 11 am, I have group therapy, and at 3 pm, I have a meeting with the therapist or whatever, at 4 pm I have a treatment section with the doctors, and anywhere in between we can do whatever, you know except leaving this hell hole. 

I also get a 15-minute phone call once a week to call and talk to whoever. I won't be calling anyone, though, because I don't have family or friends. I might as well go back to sleep, I hope we get off lockdown soon.

I can't take another day in this room.

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I was in the dining area, or whatever they called it, eating breakfast, which was dry cereal because everything else was suspicious looking, and the milk smelt bad.

They finally let us out this morning, I woke up to buzzing and the doors opening. I ran out of that room so fast, I felt free. Well, as free as you can get in a place where they watch everyone.

I don't want to return to my room anytime soon, but I also don't want to do my daily activities. I want to talk to Dean, but first, I need to find him.

Everyone is still staring at me and talking, I wish they'd shut up or die or both. No one bothered to talk to me except Paige when I first met her.

"Hey, crumpet," Paige said, sitting across the table from me.

"Hi," I muttered, wanting to be left alone but not really.

"Do you wanna know why you're the talk of this town?" she asked, catching my interest.

"Yes," I said, nodding my head also.

"Well," she whispered, leaning in close, me doing the same, "you not only know the dean ambrose, but you got him around other people," she finished.

"So what's so special about that?" I asked.

"Well, he's antisocial, hates everyone he meets, and doesn't like to be seen by others," she told me. "He just barely tolerates his 'friends', I use the term loosely," she added.