The Murders in Brownville

Chapter 1: Released from Brookline and Reunited with an Old Friend?

My names Barnabas and I was just a "normal" patient at Brookline Asylum. Until one day when I was sitting in my cell snacking on some crackers from lunch,when all of a sudden the Warden,Warden Hoffman barged in saying "come on Barnaby,pack your stuff it's time to go" I looked at him confused "huh? Go? Where?" I scratched my head "you're going home Barnaby!" He exclaimed. I blinked in utter confusion "H-home?" I stuttered.
He nodded and smiled at me. I looked down and shook my head 'this had to be a joke' I thought to myself as I started to pack my stuff. After I was done i stood up and followed the warden out of the corridor. We walked into the lobby and i looked at the reception desk. The secretary,Molly smiled and waved at me,I waved back. Then we left the asylum. I looked back and sighed. I kinda loved it here I didn't wanna leave. "Come on Barnaby lets go!" The warden yelled as he got in his car. "Barnabas" I muttered angrily as I opened the car door getting in.
He started the car and we drove off. I watched the trees and the hills go by as we drove. Then all of a sudden all of that was gone and it transformed into small old buildings and people. I sighed. We drove up a small hill and then parked in front of an old abandoned house. Also known as my childhood home.
The warden looked at me "well here we are Barnaby. Home Sweet Home" I groaned "Barnabas"I muttered angrily again. Of course he ignored me and went on "Nurse Sara will come once or twice a week to come and check up on you, and we'll send you refills of your meds when you need them" I nodded and opened the door grabbing my bag and walking towards the house horrid memories flooded my mind the closer I got but I tried to put those aside. It looked exactly the same as when I left,only older and my brothers and sisters and my mom wasn't living there anymore. Only me now. I opened the door and looked inside "everything's still here." I said softly.
I walked inside and sighed "Home Sweet Home alright." I sat on the couch. My stomach growled. "Well shit, I'm hungry and I have no fucking food or money to buy food," It was true I had nothing, no food, no money, nothing not even my meds to keep me somewhat sane. Damnit Brookline why did you release me!?! I was happy in my padded cell!
I went outside to get some air. Maybe that would calm me down. I sat on the dry, dead grass and curled in a ball starting to rock back and forth. I did this for about 20 minutes then I got up. That had calmed me down somewhat but not enough. "Maybe a walk will help?"
I didn't really remember where anything was in Brownville. Except for the old cemetery. That's mostly cause when I was little I practically lived there I went there so often. It was my favorite place in the whole world. It still is to be honest. I started to walk there.
As I walked I looked around frantically thinking I was being watched or followed everywhere I went. It was a constant feeling I had. Then after about 5 minutes or so I arrived at the cemetery.
I smiled as it smelled and looked the exact same as it did the last time I was here which was when I was 10. I remembered coming here before they hauled me off to Brookline. I remembered HAVING to say goodbye to all the graves and angel statues there, and the doctors or whatever they were stared at me like they never saw a patient do that before. I guessed I was different which I was okay with I liked being different.
I went to sit down. I went to the grave I always used to go to when I was small. G.B. Plumer's grave. I always loved that one. I don't know why i just felt connected with it. I sat down and smiled reading the tombstone. I practically knew it word for word by heart I read it so much. "Hi G.B" I said softly "Remember me? It's Barnabas. I used to come here all the time and talk to you when I was little"