Beautifully Insane

Chapter Sixteen

    My fuzzy brain pounded against my skull as my ears allowed voices to come through. I opened my eyes to find my head hanging low. Lifting my head up slowly, I found my pant leg cut with a bandage around my knee as I was strapped down in a chair. I checked my surroundings to see wallpaper burned and ripped from the walls, wires hanging from the ceiling with giant holes in then, the glassless windows looked as if they came out of a tree cutter, everything was scorched and smelt like fire. A man with a strong, square jaw with light green eyes with a touch of brown, and dark black hair parted smoothly to the right side of his head appeared in my sight. The man smiled, flashing his pearl white teeth. "I understand you escaped Angelwood Asylum with a patient named Mitch Wright," the man spoke softly, "Where is he now?"
"Who are you?" I asked ignoring his question.
"Jackson," the man answered. "Now, telling me where Mitch is."
I remained silent. I wasn't going to give up where Mitch was no matter what they planned on doing to me.
Jackson walked up to me, he pulled my hair back, tilting my head roughly, as I felt something sharp against my throat. "A girl like you wouldn't have close to five hundred dollars unless the sold themselves or dealt drugs. Your not the type. Where is he?" Jackson shouted.
Glen and Mr. Rogers gave me five hundred dollars! I thought they might have given me at least fifty, I exclaimed. My eyes lowered down to the black handle then back at him. I evilly grinned as I pressed my throat hard against the blade of his knife. "Give me your best shot," I spat.
Jackson outlined my bottom lip with his thumb. "You're crazier than I thought," Jackson smiled kindly as his voice shifted to a more admiringly calm sound. Jackson released my hair and retrieve his knife. He backed away as I could tell the gears in his head were turning. We need to find a way out of this place! Shelly whined.
I scoped out of the room to see the men I gave a bloody nose to and broke sunglasses. Off to the far corner of the room, I saw a man who looked as he was close to my age. He must be the weakest link, I observed.
"Hey Al, mind if we go out for a smoke?" one of the men aimed their question to the one in the far corner."
"Jackson gave me orders I need to observe, he gave you orders to not leave me alone."
"Think of it as hands on without touching," the broken-nosed man winked before exiting the burn down room with the other.
After watching the door close behind the men, I spoke, "Must suck being treated like a lousy pawn while being Jackson's brother."
"Shut up," Al retorted.
"Shouldn't being brother of Jackson give you the right to control the strings too?"
Al gazed over at me and smiled slightly. "You would think it would work that way."
"Why doesn't it?"
Al inched his way over to the metal chair to the left of me. He moved the chair closer to me before sitting down. "You know how there is different ranks in the army? It works sorta like that."
I nodded, understanding the jest of it.
"Is it true you hear voices?"
I smiled, "I like to think of them more like friends, except for one."
"Why one?"
It was tough to explain to someone, who doesn't have some clue to what it's like a disorder, what my new friend was like without having to sound completely insane. "You know when you're doing something new for the first time and you can't seem to get it, then your subconscious whispers to you that you're not going to grasp to the concept no matter how much effort you put into it and it torments you because of it over and over. He's a lot like that," I managed to describe the stranger in my head.
"That sounds terrible. Do you have any idea how that bad voice came to be?"
It was kind of sweet that he was interested to know what it was like inside my head. "I think its from the last very few weeks I was at Angelwood Asylum."
"What happened?" Al asked sincerely.
"I was tortured in the basement."
Al's eyes widened. His eyes started to unknowingly fill with remorse. Al's mouth slightly widened to speak, the door opened. Al immediately stood up from his seat and folded his hands behind his back like a soldier would after catching a glimpse of Jackson entering the room. "I have a job for you," Jackson stated while at Al. "It's simple, won't take longer than a half an hour."
"Anything," Al responded, taking a few small steps closer to Jackson to listen to his task carefully.
I heard faint communication, but I couldn't make out all the words as I got distracted by my growling stomach.
"What about the girl?"
Jackson looked over at me with a big grin across his face. "I'll keep an eye on her."
I exhaled unsteadily as I wished that Mitch could somehow hear my begging for him to come rescue me.