Hell's Asylum

Home is where the heart is

     I breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of anti-bacterial soap and rubber gloves. Still at the hospital I gather. I sat up opening my eyes and stretching. The TV mounted on the wall in front of me was black, the chairs lined against the wall by the large dark red curtains. I saw light peaking out on the sides, top and bottom of the curtains suggesting it was day, and by how bright it is I assume morning seeing how my window faces the east. I pulled the blanket off me and checked my arms. The pointy needles and tubes had been removed last night I think, because my elbows and forearms had band-aids scattered. My left arm didn't hurt much, only if I moved it a certain way, happily the doctor was right, my arm wasn't broken or badly injured. Which was rather surprising seeing as how I jumped from almost three stories. I began mapping in my head my fall. There was no way I should be just fine, that fall would have broken at least one bone. I was contemplating gravity when I heard the suction sound of the door. In flew my sister, Serena. "Summer!" She ran to my bed and hugged me tightly. She sobbed on my shoulder holding me tight.

     The door didn't close after Serena came in, next came my brother Devin, my mother and my father. The door shut after my dad with a wind like sound. Everyone had been crying recently, Devin didn't have red eyes, so I hoped he actually cared. They stood around my bed and hugged me one by one and telling me everything the cops told them. From what I have heard, Doc is dead, Jax was never shot nor captured so I assume he is still there.Mitchell on the other hand is in jail, with an execution in a week or so. Thank the gods. Celeste, where was she. I mean I know she is safe but I had figured she would have been the first one here. "Summer. The doc says you can leave today." I shuttered when she said doc, never again will I refer to a professional doctor as doc. She noticed my shutter, "Doctor. The doctor said you can leave today."  Her voice was strong and only wavered a little bit. My mom, strong as always even when completely petrified. "Would you like to go home now?" I nodded, I would give my right arm to get out of here right now. "Okay, I have some clothes here for you and  I will have a nurse bring you down." She smiled kindly and put a hand on my shoulder as she leaned down and kissed my forehead. My dad gave me a big hug and also kissed my forehead. My mom and dad guided Serena and Devin out, and most likely outside. I quickly changed, of course I stayed sitting most of the time because I got light headed when I stood up. My mom had brought me my grey sweatpants, a bra which was a bigger size than my usual, and a baggy grey shirt which used to be big on me but now fit quite well.

     I sat on my bed messing with my pants. I heard the suction sound of the door and turned to see a tall brunette standing with her back to me, clearly pulling something. She got it in and spun it around so the opening was facing me, a wheelchair. I tensed up, I not absolutely fucking hate wheelchairs. I used to love riding in one, now I dread it. "Are you ready to go miss Young?" Her voice was a little raspy, reminding me of doc. I began to feel very hot, but despite all that I nodded and made my way to the wheelchair. Luckily this chair was different, it had a tall back rest with a head rest, the arms were more like arm rests than just bars. I still was freaking out as I sat in the wheelchair and pulled my knees to my chest, I heard the nurse make a whimper like sound. She began pushing the wheelchair and I held my knees closer and tighter. You won't freak out and run, you are okay. I said the same thing over and over again trying to not run. I'm not in danger anymore, I am safe. She gently spun me around and pulled me into the elevator. The ultimate test. She pushed a button and stood by the buttons, just like Mitchell did. Nope Nope Nope. I shut my eyes tight as I felt the elevator move down. I was put in a room on the top floor, funny. I silently screamed in my head. Not like I could scream either way, but I told myself I would be okay. The elevator shuttered to a stop, my eyes opened faster than the doors opened. Celeste and her blue hair stood in the doorway. "I will take her from here" She said letting the nurse push me out. "I'm sorry I have orders to take her to her car." The nurse said as she began to walk. Celeste put her foot in the way. Seeing Celeste eased my nerves and I smiled a bit, stubborn as always. "And I have strict circumstances. You are scaring her. And I see why" I had noticed Celeste had also let a slight shudder out when the nurse spoke, I had goosebumps from every time she spoke. The nurse stood silent for a moment before what sounded like a scoff. "Fine, take her." I heard the nurse walk off. I relaxed slightly. I was rather happy she was gone. "You okay?" Celeste bent down by me. I nodded giving her a little smile before burying my face in my knees. "That'll work for now, let's get you home"

     Celeste pushed me outside to where my parents were waiting. My mom had made sure we brought her car, mostly because it was smaller and easier to get into. She had a forerunner, tall normal car with seating for five a space in the trunk for at least a wheelchair. Which we were definitely not bringing. Celeste squeezed in the back with me, my sister and my brother. Her family didn't really care about where she went, they knew she was fine just a little trauma and they went home. Celeste probably refused to go home, which is why she was in my car. We drove for only fifteen minutes before reaching my house. My house was a small quaint house, white paneled, brown shingles on the roof, no chimney and brand new white windows. I missed my house so much. Celeste helped me into my house and took my down to my room. My room had been painted. Bright orange to be exact. I loved the color orange. My room was the same despite the color, it still felt safe. I began to remember the night I was taken. I shook my head. "Memories huh?" Celeste sounded sad. She was looking up at my ceiling, my ceiling was textured so as her eyes moved I assumed she was tracing the patterns. I loved my room, I just didn't really feel comfortable sleeping here alone anymore.