ASYLUM

Vanessa

Chapter Two: Vanessa

WILLIAM POINT OF VIEW

I was waiting near my cell. That doctor had just left me here, like it was okay to do that. I thought 'Why am I here? I didn't do anything.' With all of the emotions in this place, my head felt as if it would explode.

That is when I felt it. Pure hatred. Coming straight towards me. Looks like my doctor doesn't like whatever they are thinking about. How wonderful.

Then I saw her. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her dark hair was pulled into a bun, exposing her face. Her light skin contrasted with her mahogany brown hair, making her grey eyes seem bright. Her eyes were the strangest color that I have ever seen. They reminded me of cold metal, or a deep thundercloud. Her eyes were so grey they had a blue tint. Her pinkish lips were pulled into a tight smile. As she got closer, she looked extremely voluptuous, even in that lab coat.

She kept getting closer; too close for comfort. When suddenly, she knocked into me and fell to the ground. When she looked into my eyes, I felt a flood of emotions coming from her: hatred, kindness, wonder, and... attraction?

I felt relieved when I felt the hatred completely wash away, leaving me the impression that she was a kind, loving woman, unlike so many of the doctors and nurses here.

Her eyes roamed over my face, then down my body, then up again. Not to sound vain, but I was in fact used to women doing this. I would feel their discusting emotions coming from their minds. I just smirked at her, seeing her blush a deep scarlet.

"Hello. I am Dr. Skye Vance, and for some reason all of my patients have been assigned other doctors, so I have been assigned to you."

"Well, hello to you too, Dr. Vance. I am William Stone. I look forward to being in your care." She blushed even deeper when she heard my voice.

She got up and unlocked the door to my cell. Sadly, I went in, hearing the lock turn when the door shut. I poked my head through the bars of the door when she started speaking again.

"Stone, as this is my day off, I will not see you again until tomorrow. I will come back in the morning."

"Goodbye, Dr. Vance. I will miss your company very much. Oh, and please call me William." She didn't turn around. I can imagine her blush, judging by the embarrassment that I could feel from her. It was true, though, I will miss her company. And I did want her to call me William.

I felt something else. I felt remorse.

SKYE POINT OF VIEW

As I walked back the way I came from, I felt something. Remorse. For William Stone? I met him this afternoon. His looks were getting to me. Yes, that's it. His looks. Suddenly I heard someone walking behind me. These corridors were almost always kept dark, to help the inmates sleep when they can.

"Hello? Who's there? Show yourself!" I was turning around slowly, trying to see who was there.

"Hello, darlin'."

Oh, please no. No, no, no. I started to back away, hoping he would just pass bye.

"What do you want?" By now, my back was against the wall. I was terrified. I smelt his stale breath, and from stories I have heard, these confrontations never ended well.

"You know, darlin'. Did you know that ever since you came here, I've had my eye on you?" I chose not to answer this. I knew that when I first came here, when I first saw him, that he wanted me. This, this...man had his eyes on me, and has never let go.

When I heard him get closer, I pressed myself against the wall in hopes that he would go away. He closed the distance, putting his arms on either side of my head. I lifted my eyes to see Dr. Jones. His smirk was discusting. His lips turned up into a sneer.