Asylum || L.H.

Michael

I sit in an old, dusty chair behind the office desk. I've been looking through document after document. Ranging from patient files to looking at journal entries. However, all the entries were documented in a very professional manner, and were made to seem as if each disgusting test they did on patients somehow was helping them reach their goal of curing them.

I couldn't even begin to think about how these doctors and nurses lived with themselves. How did they sleep at night? Well, quite frankly, I hope they're rotting in hell now.

I bet most of the patients that were admitted to this hospital weren't even crazy or ill. Rather their parents were ashamed of their children and dumped them here, or maybe they were thought to be crazy when in reality they were just different of had a deformity that caused them to be shunned by society.

I understand this from first hand experience.

*Flashback*

I, no older than 12, sit on the hardwood floor of an old house. The younger version of me seems to be talking directly to the wall.

"You're so funny grandpa! You have the best jokes!" The little girl giggles.

Suddenly a figure appears in the doorway of the young girls room. The figure is my mother. She listens to the girl as she giggles and talks, directly to the empty wall in front of her.

Suddenly my mother screams, instantly changing the feeling in the room.

"Stop! Just stop already! You can't talk to dead people! I will not stand by any longer and let you disgrace the family name! You've embarrassed me for the last time Taylor!"

Suddenly they're in the car. The younger version of me stares out the window watching rain drops roll down the window of the car. The car wobbles as it rolls over the rough trail that leads to a building. It is similar to the asylum, but not as rundown and there are no windows.

My mother quickly parks the car in front of the building and turns to face me for the first time since we've entered the car. "Stay in the car." She says in a stern and aggressive tone.

Oh I wish I had ran when I had the chance.

I watch as she enters the building. She's inside for about 20 minutes before returning, however, she's not alone. A nurse follows behind my mother and walks to my door. The nurse opens the door and takes my arm in her hand, trying to get me out of the car.

I immediately yank my arm from her reach, refusing to move. I was confused and scared. My mother pushes the nurse aside and yanks my arm as hard as she can, causing me to be pulled out of the car.

"Sometimes you have to be rough with her" My mother says in an evil tone as she helps the nurse drag me towards the entrance of the building.

*End of Flashback*

I later learned I had been admitted as a patient at a mental facility. It was an awful place. There were no windows, so I never saw the sun and never felt the fresh air. I was 10 when I was admitted to the hospital and spent three consecutive years in the hospital before I finally escaped.

My time there had almost driven me mad and actually caused me to develop different problems. I struggled with anorexia and depression while there. I refused to eat the slop given to us, which is why anorexia became a common thing throughout the hospital. Depression was also very common, but mine went to extreme measures. I'd cut and dig into my skin with anything sharp enough, and now I have scars covering my entire body.

I tried to commit suicide multiple times throughout my stay at the hospital. Each time I had tried, and failed, I was punished. The punishments were the worst part of my stay at the hospital. The punishments only made me wish for death so much more. The punishments the nurses came up with were always different and worse than the last.