Hell's Asylum

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     I stepped backwards to get away from Jax but I tripped over the chess board. Everyone else was standing a ways away now and I heard small gasps and sharp breaths. I stared up at Jax scared as hell. Would he kill me? I wouldn't doubt it for a second. His expression seemed stern yet still gentle. He bent down and I thought for sure I was dead but instead, he held out a mangled blood crusted hand. He didn't seem angry at all, he almost looked sincere. I took his hand and he held me up slowly as to not hurt me. When I was standing up again I was rather shaky. I thought he would leave or hurt me or something but instead he opened a pouch on his belt. He took the contents and closed it then held it out to me. His movements were slow due to his large size. In his hand was folded clothes. I took it, he turned and slowly made his way back up the stairs. Celeste ran over to me once he left and looked me over for bruises "Did he hurt you?!" She was frantically talking, the others gathered around me. I turned and watched him walk past my cell, I noticed Mitchell at the railing glaring at me and gripping the railing tightly. He followed Jax angrily, who knows why. "Summer?" Izic was in front of me looking at the stack of clothes in my hand. It was red leggings and a tight black shirt along with white socks, so identical to what I was wearing now, but a new clean pair. "Why didn't he hurt you?" Dane spoke this time. He rarely talked, but everyone was so shocked by what had happened. "It's curfew, everyone back to their rooms" Mitchell sounded rather angry. We all decided we had better listen, we all exchanged worried and or scared glances to each other before parting. I was still shaky on the way back to my cell, Mitchell was by my door, clearly angry. I went inside, without saying a word he shut the door and I heard it lock. There was mac and cheese waiting for me.

     I ate my breakfast listening to the recording repeat itself. My bells chimed several times but the door never unlocked. I looked out the window and saw Celeste downstairs talking to the twins, then Marcus, then Izic. I fell asleep a few times after changing. My bells chimed five times, four several times then five again. Each hour I checked the door, same result. Locked. I guess Mitchell really was angry, maybe about the whole Jax thing. Now that I think about it, I never heard Jax's chains after he left. I fell asleep again and when I woke up the recording was louder. There was a bowl of mashed potatoes for me. I ate them, the bells chimed a while after. I decided to try the door again. Unlocked. Finally, I opened the door and sped down the stairs. Everyone was already out and there, Marcus was hitting his head, Izic was pacing, the twins sat in silence and Celeste was cuddled in a corner. When I reached the bottom Marcus saw me "Su-mer!" Everyone's head immediately turned to me. Celeste ran and hugged me. She had been crying, "Summer, we all thought he had taken you back to Doc!" I hugged her back and looked around to everyone else, Marcus must have been hitting his head the whole time he had lots of blood on his forehead. Izic was so tired I could see the bags under is eye and on his cheek where his eye was covered. The twins looked tired as well. They must have all been up worrying. Celeste pulled away from me, I noticed something I didn't before. I pointed to her boobs stealthily. She wiped her eyes "Yea, uh Doc called me up last night and did this, he said someone had requested it be done. I couldn't argue so I went with it." I looked over at Dane who was blushing. Obvious who made the request.

     "Summer" The voice was loud but calm. We all looked to the source. Mitchell was at the rails again. A wheelchair was behind him, everyone knew what that meant. I shivered at the thought of seeing Doc again. Celeste began crying again but let go of me and stepped back. I walked up the stairs and sat the wheelchair. Mitchell strapped me in, which he hadn't done in a while. He wheeled me away, everyone downstairs watched with sadness. Jax stood in the doorway closet to the elevator. He had a new scar on his face, Mitchell made a clicking sound and Jax moved but kept his eyes on me. Mitchell pushed me into the elevator and roughly shut the gate and pushed the button to the top floor. He wheeled me harshly into down the hall to my usual room, I came to a squealing halt in front of the table. He almost ripped the straps off. I got onto the table and he did up the straps and stomped out. "Well damn, what did you do to him" Doc shut the door. "Don't answer I already know. Our brute loves you doll, Mitchell hates that" I don't know how I didn't think about that. It made sense now, the kind giant only kind to me for that reason. I shut my eyes "Didn't know did you" He began undoing the straps. I sat up when he finished. "You won't be on the table today" he pointed to a chair with metal cuffs on it. I felt more scared than I had been before. I slowly moved into the chair, he snapped the cuffs shut. I watched him as he went to one of the urinals. Every tool I saw in there didn't look right, the very thought made my skin break out with goosebumps.

     "This one will do, he wants hurt but nothing severe. Fool, worse is better" Doc put some weird thing on my head, heavy like metal. I heard squeaking and something sharp against the sides of my head, he moved my hair away from the area and continued. It began to push itself into my skin. It hurt, so bad. I began to tear up "Ah, so she does cry" I wanted to scream but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the sharp items went deeper in my skin. It stopped only seconds later. "Damn, hit the skull, can't go any farther have to go back" More squeaking and the sharp things began retracting. It hurt just as bad as they did going in. Finally they were out. Doc unstrapped me and I fell to the blood soaked floor on my hands and knees, my head throbbed. "Lucky for you kid, this is your last visit with me." I looked at him through blurry irritated eyes for an explanation. "Don't look at me, i'm sworn to silence." I collapsed fully, laying in the dry blood, tears streaming and silent screams. I heard the door and my bells chime. I felt strong arms pick me up and carry me. I was strapped back into the wheelchair, even with my eyes closed I could tell. Mitchell, who I knew was the one who picked me up, cleaned the newly drilled holes in my head. He then wheeled me away from Doc. I finally passed out as we entered the elevator. He was much calmer now, he was gentle I even heard him quietly say "What have I done" as he pushed the button. I could feel his eyes on me. Then I didn't see or hear a thing.