Arbatian Mental Institution

Ch.2 First Day Is Always The Hardest

I was blinded by the false belief that something like this couldn't happen to me. I always told myself I would grow old with a beautiful wife. Have three kids and lots of grandchildren to spoil. Live in a nice house out in the country with acres of land. The American dream, guess that's what it was cause I just woke the fuck up.

"Hurry the fuck up!", a guard yells grabbing Kiel by his collar pulling him up the cracked stairs. Weeds and small patches of grass stuck out of the rough slits in the concrete. Kiel looks down straining to keep the pace with the guard. The double doors creak open and a putrid smell hits his nostrils. Turning his head he begins to cough and dry heave.

"Quit crying, bet if it was your mamas gash you were smelling you'd feel right at home huh?", the guard grabs him and comes to a halt with a firm grip on his shoulder.

"Morning Mrs.Cranston. Got a new patient being transferred. Local celebrity came to grace us with his presence. It's Kiel Vander."

Mrs. Cranston licks her thumb and turns a newspaper without looking up. She turns the page two more times then stands up straightening out her white shirt and long skirt. She pulls her blue vest forward and steps out of her office walking up to Kiel.

Her wrinkles curve around her cheeks as she forces a smile and whispers, "Is that right? Well I could care less if you were the fucking president. Here we have rules and punishment. You step out of line and you will learn. You back talk, try to escape, give anyone trouble, you will learn that God himself can't save you. Am I understood?". The scar on her lips shines under the bright light. A shadow forges on the ground from her stance, for a minute Kiel could of swore he saw something in it.

"Y-Yes ma'am I understand."

"That's Mrs. Cranston to you prick. Give me his ID and papers I'll get him signed in.", Mrs. Cranston turns into the office opening a drawer and pulls out an outfit with a pair of boots, "Here strip em' and get him started.".

"Yes ma'am. Come on you heard the lady strip."

Looking around down the open hall and back at the guard, Kiel asks nervously, "You mean out here in the open?".

"Boy you strip by choice or force. Make up your mind.", the guard pops his knuckles while cracking his neck.

Kiel looks around one more time and slowly begins to unbuckle his pants. Dropping them around his ankles the guard looks at him and narrows his eyes muttering, "Quicker I got better shit to do besides monitor a naked boy."

He starts to pull his clothes off quicker and stands in the middle of the hallway covering his crotch with his hands. The coldness of the area mixed with the pungent stench turns his stomach.

"Arms up!", the guard shouts. Kiel examines his name badge on his jacket as his crotch gets stage fright. LENNY DINMORE.

"Turn around spread your cheeks.", Lenny says in a firm voice. His face only changing expression to show anger since he met him. Turning around Kiel pleas, "C'mon man were in a hallwa-". A night stick cuts off his sentence as Kiel hits the floor groaning in pain. Holding his left cheek he feels it grow warm as an metallic taste oozes past his gum. Blood drools out as he sits up trying to catch his balance.

"Wanna try that again? Spread em boy.", Lenny spits while tapping the night stick gently into his left palm. Kiel turns away and leans forward. His head fills with an invisible weight like a balloon being filled with helium. The pounding sensation flows through his head with the starting point being his cheek.

Lenny grabs Kiel turning him around and shoves a dirty folded outfit and a pair of worn out boots into his hands.

"That's it turn around keep walking."

"Can I at least get dressed I mea-"

"First time I was being nice. Ask me another stupid question and you're gonna crawl to your room."

Kiel closes his mouth and stares ahead in fear. Walking up to two white double doors Lenny bangs on it yelling, "Raw meat!". A staff wearing all white comes up to the door and jangles his keys searching for the right one. His stubby little hands flip keys for what seemed like an eternity before finding the right one. The door clicks and before it can open all the way Lenny pushes him forward into the recreation room with strangers.

About twelve clients were in the room, two sat at a table talking pointing towards him while whispering. One woman with curly black hair sat with her legs crossed peeling scabs off her legs revealing open sores. One man sat quietly in a corner with his knees up to his chest with his arms pulled around them. His shaggy brown hair stuck out in tufts like an unkempt birds nest. One guy laid on the floor staring at the ceiling with his hand in his pants touching himself.

Kiel looks ahead as his cheeks turn red, naked in a room of strangers. Not just strangers, insane strangers. The soles of his feet peel away from the grimy tile. A sickly sweet smell infects the air. A man walks by in front of him with hair missing from his head as if it had been pulled out. Dry blood crusted around the edges of the rings of exposed skin on his head.

"Keep moving it ain't like anyone here hasn't seen a cock before."

Another door is passed through leading to a large oak desk. Papers, loose medication and coffee rings decorate all over. A nurse sitting behind the desk smoking a cigarette looks up at Lenny. Heavy blue mascara was smudged across her eyelids, sloppy lipstick covered her lips and left a ring on the butt of the cigarette and she pulled it out. She ashes the cigarette into a styrofoam cup filled with cold coffee and burn outs.

She takes another drag and says, "Wing A, room 14.". Lenny pushes Kiel down a hallway to the left. Rusted steel doors with small windows line up both sides of the hallway. The lights above flicker and range from brightly lit to dim. Reaching a door Lenny stops and uses a key to attached to a string from his belt. The door opening releases another foul smell of urine and body odor. Kiel closes his mouth with one hand as Lenny grabs him and pushes him in. Kiel stumbles in and hits his leg on the metal frame of the bed. The door slams behind him with the clicking of a lock following.

Kiel looks around the small room, just enough space to hold a dirty stained mattress too small to lay on with no pillow. A yellow sink with build-up in the drain next to it. A steel toilet in the corner with no toilet paper. Kiel sighs and looks up to the ceiling.

He puts his outfit on, dirty white overalls smelling of moth balls and bile. The boots squeeze his feet as he forces them in sending needle of pain into his soles. He sits back on the bed and feels the metal grate digging into his body. The mattress only a few inches thick at most.

He lays back on the uncomfortable bed trying to find a resting position but his feet dangle off one end. He tosses and turns looking around with a cold uneasy feeling in his stomach.

This is my new home. Life wasn't supposed to be this way. For the first time in a long time I'm terrified. And the worst part of it all, I don't even know why I'm here.