Asylum

Part 1

Kelly's P.O.V.

"What are you looking at?" my main watcher asked. He followed my eyes to the blank wall I was looking at. "And what are you muttering?"

"It's rude to interrupt people's conversations, Mr.Burke," I said calmly, I glanced over my shoulder at him with a stone cold stare.

"As I've said before, you don't have to call me that, Burke is fine. You have to go to your session anyway," he leaned back in his chair with his arms across his chest.

I sighed and got up. "Good bye Isabel, I'll see you later," I waved as I walked out the door.

*Time skip*

"So, still talking to this 'Isabel' character?" Miss Leeann asked Mr.Burke.

"Yes, quite frankly, they were having a 'conversation' before we came here."

Miss Leeann raised an eyebrow and jotted something down in the folder in her hands.

"Y'know, I'm right here, you could be asking me these questions," I stated whilst sitting on a couch in her office.

"Because, you aren't considered a 'reliable source' for these types of questions," Mr.Burke snapped.

Miss Leeann rolled her eyes and spoke. "Yes, I do realize that you are right there, but it seems as though that these are normal occurrences in your time here."

She came and sat across from me in a chair. Her light brown hair was tucked behind her ears. Her glasses were serving as a headband for the rest of it, pushing it back. She wore her usual uniform. She had on a black shirt with matching colored jeans. She wore light jewelry and a white lab coat.

Her wide rimmed glasses, as I've said before, was pushing back her hair. Her nail, recently painted, had a purple color to them.

The brightly lit, new office smelled of vanilla beans, a calming scent. I made aware of my surroundings. The walls were painted a minty color, with new, gray furniture.

A couch, which I sat on, was against a wall opposite of the door. A small, low-rised coffee table sat, enclosed in a circle of chairs and a single couch. There were counters along the wall to my left. It contained a sink and jars filled with cotton balls, cotton pads, cotton swabs and band-aids.

"I see you've been looking around. Do you like the new office?" she asked.

"Yes, very much. It smells a whole lot better in here than out there," I pointed at the door.

She chuckled

"It's also more calming in here rather than your old office," I looked at her.

"Well, thank you," she bowed her head. "Anyway, how is your insomnia going?"

"Depends, do you define 'It has been the same since the last time I've seen you' as getting better?" I looked towards the door.

"No, I wouldn't," she opened the folder and wrote something else.

"May I ask you a question?" I asked still looking at the door.

"Yes, you may," she set the folder on her crossed legs, folded her fingers together, with her pen intertwined in them, and looked at me.

"What are you always writing in that folder?" I asked.

"I write down your progression on your insomnia, depression and talking to people who aren't there," she stated.

I nodded my head, to notify that I had heard her.

"Anyway, is your depression getting better or worse?" she asked, clearly already knowing my answer.

"I honestly don't know how to answer that. Am I being asked if I'm leaving my room more often? Is my anxiety going down? You already know my sleeping schedule," I looked at her. "And honestly, if you already know my answer, why do you keep asking?"

"I just need to make sure if your answer changes, or not apparently," she wrote a note in the folder.

I just nodded, again adverting my eyes back to the wall.

"Should I even ask about Isabel?" Miss Leeann sighed

"I don't see why you have to since he already answered that question," I nodded my head to Mr.Burke, who was sitting to my right.

"Alright, that's all for this week," Miss Leeann said standing up.

I got up and headed towards the door. When I turned on my heels and spoke.

"I'm sorry that I'm not getting better Miss Leeann," I held my hands behind my back.

"It's fine sweetheart, I know that you can't help it," she gave me a sweet smile.

I gave her a forced, sad and closed mouthed smile before turning and leaving.

*Time skip*

Once I got back to my room, I had my mask forcefully put back on. It covered my mouth, which held abnormally large K9's, and looped behind my ears. It ended just a bit below my jawline.

"Is that comfortable Kelly? Mr.Rudy asked me.

He is not my main worker, he just specializes with putting on the masks. I hear that he's a main worker for a guy named Cade.

I shot him the 'what do you think' look. He gave me an apologetic look and left the room. I rolled my eyes and stalked over to the sofa.

To me, my rooms felt cozy. To most people it would be considered 'small', the room was maybe no more than a 10 by 15 foot room. Only one window, which was barricaded on the outside. i have a small, red sofa with black pillows and a rug in front. I also had a bed with cream sheets and red pillows.

I have a side room, a bathroom. Nothing special, just the necessities. A shower, toilet, a sink and a mirror.

I ran a finger along the base of my mask, along my neck. I stared at the blank wall, until I heard a faint knock at the door.