Getaway

12

1958
Riberwood Mental Asylum

"So, doc? Is my son going to be well?", Wynona was sitting on a chair. She was inside a dainty cabin. "Look, ma'am. Your son, well, we are keeping him under a strict evaluation. We are conducting studies on him.", Dr. Crews said.
"They ain't gonna arrest him, are they?", Wynona asked.
"You say, you saw your husband's head in his hand, right?", Crews asked.
"Yes. And he had blood in his hands. The police questioned and searched the entire resort. And they sent my boy here.", Wynona started crying.
The door opened and a ward boy came running inside and said something in Crews' ears. Crews got up and was about to leave when he stopped, turned back and said, "Come with me. Your boy. He turned violent. He attacked a fellow nurse with a pencil."
My boy cannot do that for he's a sweet little kid. Wynona couldn't believe all this.
They took her to a white room and made her stand before a clean glass. The glass divided the room into two. Wynona looked at Wilson, sitting at a chair, motionless and expressionless. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Dr. Crews entered the room.
"Wilson?", he called.
Wilson turned to Crews.
"Would you like to meet your mother?", he asked.
"Yes.", Wilson said.
Wynona hurriedly entered the room. "My son!", she cried out and ran to hug Wilson. Wilson gave her a tight hug and said into her ear, "please get me out of here."
"I will. These men are just going to look after you for some time. Mother will come and get you soon."
Crews pulled her out of the room and took her to his office.
"We have to admit him. Here.", Crews said.
She just sobbed. "All this is taking it's toll on me."
"Why what happened?", Crews asked.
" "Ever since he's been here, I have been having these pains in my heart. I went to the doctors yesterday. They say I have some disease. And I have got 4 month tops.", she explained.
"It's incurable?", Crews asked.
"They said some things about experimental drugs. I ain't no lab rat. I won't do those shits.", Wynona said.
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"Wilson.", Wynona said sitting on the chair infront of Wilson.
"Yes, mother?", Wilson replied.
"I..They...These doctors, they have decided to keep you here more. But I will be here to see you. Everyday.  And you know it's a long way, from the resort to here. So I will be renting a place here. The resort is in your name. It's yours.", Wynona said.
"Really?! Mother. Thank you!", Wilson's face lit up, smiling.
"I will not let anyone there, mother. I will cherise it for life. No one can take it from me."
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1976
Riberwood Mental Asylum
The walls were same since 1960 for Wilson. Ever since Wynona died. He kept staring at a wall. Never uttered a single word.
The doctors locked him up, everytime. And at other times, he was kept in chains. The food was  brought to him by a man named Dean. He used to get scared looking at Wilson. He was a giant man. Tall and scary.
Dean slowly entered the room, carrying a tray. He was shaking. He kept the tray down. He took out a knife and fork and kept it on the table.
Dean turned to go out but suddenly Wilson got up and pierced the fork inside Dean's throat. Wilson ran out soon killing 3 more people on his way.
Holding a knife in his hand, he entered Westwaters' Resort. And that was the start of a dark curse in the resort. The curse of death. The curse of Wilson Byers.
All Byers could remember was his mother telling him, the resort's yours, Wilson.
And he replying I won't let anyone else enter the resort, mother.