Olivias Point Of View
Harry drove us to his asylum, we both remained quiet. I thought about last night, what had happened? Did I drink to much? We arrived and I opened my own door. It was very windy that day. Harry walked up the steps of the old run down building in New Hampshire. His brown curls messy in the wind. Here it is, the palace of insanity. The big doors of the three story prison swung open. And Harry waltzed inside like he was home from war. Following after him, I took in my surroundings. The dirty tile floors, the patients all wore the same dirty uniform that had never been cleaned. Nurses walked around in white, granting the staffs wishes instead of the patients. When you walk inside the first thing that comes into your vision is the large stair case in the middle of the lobby. No one could see what kind of crimes appeared up there because two large doors held the secrets closed."Take all the patients to the common room now!" Harrys voice yelled. My eyes followed his body going up stairs, but my body remained down stairs. He walked inside the doors and they ceiled. What kind of horrible place has been created by Harry. The nurses began to follow Harrys orders and got all the patients together and took them into the room behind the stairs. It was as dirty and boring as the outside. The room had several tables with chairs, and couches evenly spread in the large room. I followed inside. It smelled like dried vomit, sweat, and blood. The insane did not scare me as much as you would think. They were insane though. Some naked, some bleeding, some laughing, some crying, some playing board games, but one patient stood out. Luke, he sat on a couch by a window staring ahead lifelessly.
I ran over to him. "Luke, are you okay?" I asked. He looked over at me, the blue in his eyes were now switched to grey. "What happened to you?" His temples held burn marks. "electrocution." his voice mumbled. "Why?" I whispered. "Olivia?" his eyes starred into my insides. It was is if his soul was stolen and he was trying to take mine. "yea?" "Get. Me. Out. Of. Here." his words came out slow. "I am trying Luke, Now tell me what you meant when you said Ashton did it." Harrys frame was present in the room now, helping a nurse take a man out of the room. I was sitting on my knees in front of Luke, and Harry glared at me before the common doors shut. "him." The boy sat infront of me said. "Did you do what I said Luke?" No answer came out. I wiggled his knee with my hand. "Luke, im going to get you out, but you have to help me." Luke swallowed and looked down at me. "I am not crazy, but I am if I am here. " He answered my question. "Luke, are you okay?" I asked and he tried to smile. "Yea." "I am so sorry Luke. I am going to try too get you out of this hell." His teeth showed this time "You know I thought, jail was hell. I was wrong Olivia." He said his words came out more knowledgeable this time. "What happened yesterday? Can you tell me?" I asked "Yea, I got here, and was taken upstairs and, he, he, he killed them. I am not crazy. " He. who is he? "Who is he? " I asked. "The man who works upstairs. He killed Ashley." Man upstairs, Harry? "What does he look like?" "Green eyes," He said. Harry.
