asylum

03.

"Bonnie." I called from the bottom bunk.

"Elora."

"Have you ever thought why you were actually put in here?"

"No...why?"

"Just think about it. It may sound rude to ask this but, were you actually loved in you're family?"

There was a long silence.
I was asking her because we were her basically for the same reason.

My past isn't the best thing to dwell on.

It was my sixth birthday and my dad finally came to one.

"Honey." he gave me a hug.

My dad was always out and about doing work and hanging out with his friends drinking and having his good time.

He finally showed up to one of my birthday parties.

He handed my mom the present he got me.

Only a hand full of people were at this party, maybe three family and two of my friends.

I went to public school and was very anti-social.

It came down to Rachel and Madison coming.

My dad as his usual self brought alcohol.

Once my friends left, my dad and mom got drunk.

I took my mom's phone out of her purse and dialed my grandpa's number and asked him to come get me.

I sat there for ten minutes, my mom and dad were somewherre but they could take themselves home.

I heard a horn honk, my grandpa waved at me a smiled i pick up my presents,cake and walked to the car.

"What's wrong pumpkin?" my grandpa gave my knee a slight shake as i buckled myself into my car seat.

"They aren't able to drive." i sighed.

"They drunk didn't they?"

I nodded,"so i called you. I wanna show you what i got anyway."

He looked in the mirror above his radio,"sounds wonderful pumpkin."

"Well Bonnie i have." I looked up to the top bunk.

"Now that you mention it I think about it." I heard her sigh.

"It's okay anyway we aren't gonna be here for long anyway. I'll make sure of it." I closed my eyes and the darkness consumed me.

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"Lora get up!" the voice was familiar, I jolted up.

"I'm up, I'm up." I said in a rush, I thought I had a minor heartattack.

"Breakfast?" Bonnie laughed.

"Yeah." I smiled.

We made it to the dining room, we walked to be met with a line of residents getting breakfast.

What if all this is not crazy mental people? What if its just people who are here who aren't loved?

My dad didn't care and my mom had really no reason to put me in here.

A lady dressed in a dark blue gown came to the cell and knocked on a bar.

"It is time to take your medicine ladies."

I thought since me and Bonnie didn't have any reason to be here, we shouldn't have any medicine.

"I usually go anyway, just to see friends." she lightly shrugged and walked out.

I slowly followed.

I was walking a little way, until a sound stopped me.

I looked over to my right and my blood ran cold.

This was a boy about middle age, spitting blood into a clear bottle.

He realizes he is going to be gone soon, so he didn't even dare to walk out to take his medicine.

He knew he was walking on a tightrope and was about to fall into a pit of blackness that was below him.

He knew he was dying.

Someone startled me from my thoughts.

"Hey you alright?"

I looked up, being so short puts a pain in your neck.

It waa Diego.

"Uh yeah." I responded nervously.

He chuckled, "you sure?"

"Very." I laughed back.

"Do you actually have to take any meds?" he asked walked beside me.

"Nah I was just gonna see some friends. You?"

"Me neither."