Redwood Asylum

The Beginning Of The End

《》Prologue《》
It is March 3rd, 2033.

                《》Chapter 1《》

My dad was an alcoholic that got abusive when he drank. He was pretty much a full time UFC fighter but instead of hitting full grown men, he hit women and children.

Now as for my mom , she was a druggie with the addiction to methamphetamine. She gave me my first bong on my 5th birthday, and had me hooked on meth at the age of nine.

I hated them both. My dad for the scars. And my mom for the fits of anxiety I get when I'm around ( The voices probably don't help much)

Social Services had gotten involved a few times throughout my life. Mostly when I started school. The first incident was when I had an "altercation" with the school bully. let's just say he won't be giving swirlies any time soon...

The second involvement was based on how I was dressing. My parents weren't the richest people in the world and they certainly weren't the most hospitable, so I ended up taking any cloths I could find lying around in the garbage .
The last straw for them was when I had made a the mistake of thinking the classroom teacher was out to kill me.

Now to whomever might be reading this, this just a journal written from the mind of a madman. Plus I didn't I didn't plead guilty so it would be awkward in court if this where to show up. Anyway I killed my teacher... and not just a simple bullet-to-the -head kind of death, or a freak accident like I claimed. What I did was complete over-kill, I mean If there hadn't been a name plaque on her desk you would never had known she even taught at the school.

I don't know why I did It. That day for some reason I just snapped, all she did was put me in the corner for disrupting the class by cussing at random moments. Then when she grabbed me to put me there, I went ballistic. I had my pencil in hand, I stabbed her in the stomach drawing blood, the pencil went all the way through, reaching all the way up to to the eraser and ended up sticking out her lower spine. I could've stopped there, but I found myself not wanting to... I was just getting started.

Next I went for the eyes pulling each one out with a grunt, and stomping on them for good measure. Then when the sockets where empty I stabbed upward toward the general area of the brain, and as I expected, it meets with a squirt of blood and a sharp scream before it fades into nothingness, the body goes limp, but I keep stabbing, distorting her whole face until it looks like nothing but a black and bloody hole. Just as I finish , I hear footstep and the next thing I know I'm in a bloodstained straight jacket with restraints on my hands and legs with a dirty rag in my mouth. I was on my way to a mental facility when I suddenly get "bailed" out.

After the incident I spend a good 15 years alone and on the run trying not to stay in one place for too long. The only reason I was bailed out was because I had some connections with the local gangs.

But of course one day I finally slipped up and got caught for petty shit. My past crimes where brought up in court and I got 30 years in a state penitentiary.

The people who apprehended me explain on the way that I would be going to the,"Penitentiary for the Medically insane". Which is the name they used in front of the judges, but I knew something was up as soon as we pulled up to the facility.

The architect who built this Godforsaken place must have been at a lack of imagination when naming his masterpiece.

His inspiration must've come from the forrest that encloses the entire cobblestone building. The trees are the type by the name of "redwood", and it's name is well put, all things considered, for the bark of the tree has a faint red hue to it, as if the very trees themselves where bleeding.

The "facility" looks as if it comes straight out of a fantasy novel, where there are knights, dragons and, of course, castles. The front gate has an emblem featuring the likeness of the trees that surround us, with the letters "RA"inscribed into the wrought iron gate. Which i'm sure stands for the name of the building that I am about to enter.

The asylum looks like the typical stereotype version everyone seems to imagine when the word comes to mind. In this case, the stereotype fits the picture. It was a medieval looking castle, with towering stone pillars holding up the archway leading towards the ornate looking door. It has a clean cut but slightly overgrown yard, it had a total of five stone towers, two on the left and right wing, and a single one towards the rear. The first four, the ones on the left and right wing, had windows all along the sides. These windows had bars, as to prevent escape and/or death. The tallest tower towards the back only has a single window, which is barred as well, but it has black tint on the inside as well.

Little did I know at the time, that I was going to get well acquainted with that lonely room at the top of the dark tower.