9:46pm
Ashton Rider
May 26, 1973
I don't think I've ever seen a women so beautiful. The question I need to know is how in the hell did she manage to get locked up in this hell hole. This place is for people who let their demons take over but by the looks of her she's a pure angel. She doesn't belong here. Her long dark hair smells like roses which blows my mind because this whole institution smells like an old hospital. Her green eyes are like a forest. A place I could get lost in. I never thought after being in an ongoing relationship for 6 years that I would ever think someone was even comparable to my wife's beauty, but as I sat across from her I was frozen. I had never seen a women like her. A women so fragile and small. She almost seemed broken and I felt the need to fix her. I felt as if I would come crawling for any need she requested.
Elora. Elora Tide. Beautiful isn't it? Even her name was magical.
"Don't be fooled by her beauty Rider. She's in here for a reason. They all are."
That's what Ms.Westwar , the warden, said to me the day Elora arrived. Ms.Westwar was old and wise, but what if she was wrong. What if Elora was falsely accused or it wasn't what it seemed? What if her actions were accidents or done by the pressure of others?
She's been the warden at this place for a very long time. She's seen more than I have and knows more than I ever will. I started working here two years ago. If I knew what I was getting myself into when I was 18 I would have ran back home and never even picked up a job application. The position was appealing to me though. To get to be in the same environment as psychos intrigued me. I wanted to know how a person could be so insane to land a spot in an institution. I craved to learn how they thought and what went on in their minds. So I did the only thing that seemed right and I ended up getting a job. I hoped to be a counselor to have an insight on what actually goes on inside their heads but the job opening was only for a guard. I took what I could get and now I regret it more than anything.
Two years at Rosewood home for the mentally insane does things to a person. This place isn't right and there's something going on. I need to know the secrets that lie between the walls of Rosewood and what it takes to become a patient here. I've heard plenty of their stories but I can't imagine Elora doing anything of the sort. I know she's different and I'll prove it.
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10:04 pm
Ashton Rider
June 15, 1978
I have to get out of here. This place is crazy and every patient in it is even crazier. The operations, the punishments, the treatments, it's all wrong. These people shouldn't be treated like this. I can't bare to see it go on any longer. I know I won't be able to save them for the patients are already so lost deep inside their own deranged minds. I can't save them and I know that if I continue to attend as a guard here any longer I won't be able to save myself either.
I was wrong. I was so very wrong about Elora. What she had done was truly insane. I fell under her spell just like the rest of them. If I didn't work in this place I could have been dead now. So this job wasn't all bad but then again if I didn't have this job I would have never met Elora. The way her voice melted me and the softness of her caramel skin was so enchanting that it made all the bad go away. One day she had asked me to bring her a stone. She wasn't specific and I just thought it was a way to keep her sane and see the world outside of Rosewood. I was proven wrong all to soon.
I brought her a stone. A beautiful one at that. It was smooth and a dark green color almost close to her eyes but honestly I don't think anything could possess as much beauty as her eyes withheld. A few weeks later I noticed carvings on the wall of her cell. They were strange and in a different language.
After weeks of seeing the carvings in her cell I finally worked up the courage to ask what she had done. Something no longer set right inside of me. She seemed quite odd. I asked the counselor who I had become pretty good friends with and she told me in every last detail the horrors Elora had committed. She was a lesbian and that had been the reason she was admitted here seeming that there was a sort of treatment to fix homosexuality but soon they discovered a deeper reason to keep her locked up here. She preferred girls not for just the feeling but because men had done terrible things to her. She got her revenge. They found a room in her house with bodies of men. She said there was five of them and each with a specific story. Elora had tortured the men to a mind blowing extent. Then once she thought they had suffered enough she hung them. The counselor told me that Elora had once tried to hang herself but failed in the attempt because her father caught her. She also told me that Elora had been studying French and she kept descriptions of the men and wrote it all in French.
I'll never know what she carved into those walls because I can't stay here. I have to quit.
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11:11 am
Ashton Rider
June 20, 1980
It's been a year since I quit my job as a guard at Rosewood. I stayed another year and it was the worst year of my life. I no longer have to be a victim trapped inside that hell hole. Elora no longer has the power she once had over me. Her beauty was still a spell in which I fell under continuous times even after I found out the terrible things she had done.
Now I am with my wife. I told her of Elora and my wife was intimidated by her. She had never even met her but she knew that if I didn't get out of that place that I would fall for her. I loved my wife and still do. That'll never change but like I said Elora had what seemed like a spell on me. I forgot everything when I was with her and she made me feel alive just with a glance of her forest like eyes. Without hesitation me and my wife decided to move far far away from Rosewood. New York is a beautiful place with fast lives and welcoming opportunities but we no longer belonged here. So we packed our things and went all the way across the country to Los Angeles, California.
My wife being an author had no trouble getting things started and with the money she made and that I had saved up from Rosewood I started my own business selling surfboards.
My wife is now pregnant and our life has turned into something great. We're living fantastic with a house on the hills, plenty of money, and a beautiful babygirl on the way.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
So I know this isn't Harry but trust me and keep reading he comes along.
Anyways I'm super excited for this story and I hope you guys continue to read. Please vote and comment if you'd like!
-ang
