Olivia's Point Of View
I haven't left this place in two days. In fact I haven't left my dirty, broken up, and empty room. Harry had placed me in here so id never leave him. After I agreed to stay, he presented the same outfit as every other crazy in this place to me. Alone with my thoughts, all I have is to think. The first night was the worst, I cried until I vomited. Then the morning of the next day I sat in here and finally took up the responsibility to convince myself id never go home again. In this place, if you aren't psychotic, your mind will soon turn you that way. My room was dark and cold, I had nothing but a dress made of a scratchy uncomfortable fabric, and some white nurse shoes. You are surrounded by grey brick walls. The remainder of the day I thought, and thought, and thought. I know for a fact, I will never get out, and that I should just shut up and carry on. Nights here at the asylum were the worst. Patients screams were herd, along with commands from the staff. I hadn't seen Harry, I thought about why he wanted me here and I came to solution that he just didn't want me to run away. What about my job? Thinking that Ashtons name was in this, he helped. I knew I was stuck in here. And then there was Luke. He was mainly the main idea of the mess going on in my mind. Part of me hated him, because it was all his fault I was in here, and then i thought about how much worse he has it. Me and him are the only ones who know the same thing. Realizing his injuries i told myself he's dead. If he didn't die from blood loss, Harry would make it happen. The second night, I fell asleep and now im awake.
"Come with me." I was sitting against the far wall with my knees pulled in, when a staff member unlocked me from the cage. I Stood up and followed her out of the hallway into the place, the place that held the doors to freedom. My eyes stayed on those doors and i was led into a large room. I soon realized it was the common room when the doors closed. I looked around, and seen Luke, he was sitting in the same spot where id found him before this mess. He sat with his eyes closed. His eye was still purple, and he had small gashes spread on his features. The last time i was here, i wasn't crazy, now im here again registered as a insane person. I walked to Luke, and sat next to him. His eyes stayed closed. There was a table next to me, with some cigarettes layed on it, along with a lighter, pretty dumb, to leave it out like this. I grabbed one and set it on fire. I smoked in high school but surprisingly never got addicted like most people. "Want one?" I said to Luke. His eyes shot open, and looked at me. His once blue eyes stared at me in disbelief. "Jesus, he got you here?" He asked. I shrugged and inhaled the nicotine. "How long are we in here?" I asked "How long have you been here?" I turned towards him "I never left." I held the cigarette out to Luke and he took it and took a drag, and returned it to me. "So how do you like it?" he asked. We both knew, being depressed about this situation is not going to help, and we both took it on the humor side. Smoke flew out of my mouth, "You were here longer, lets here yours first." "Olivia, I think I found hell." His eyes watered. All the sympathy in my body was being caused by him. "Its like I've lost it all, im just a silhouette." "What happened after you left?" I asked as i put the cigarette out using the dirty floor. "Well, i ran down the stairs and a doctor came and took me and clean my face up, and I never said anything, Harry told the staff i did it to myself, so for a day, i was in a very fashionable straight jacket, and then carried out the rest of the days, what's your side?" "I stayed in my cell for two days." I knew i looked like shit and im glad i was only here. "Im so sorry Olivia." Luke turned to me, and took my hand. "Im so selfish, i never said anything about you being here or any of this. I know you only came to help me, and im so sorry." I took my hand and brushed it through his hair. "how long are we in here?" I changed the subject, because i knew he was right. "all day."
Me and Luke sat there and joked about this place all day. I received a lunch today, and ate with him. Luke told me some things he's seen here, and it worried me, about if it'd ever happen to me. We hadn't seen Harry today either. I smoked three more nicotine sticks. Then the day with him ended. Leaving him was the worst. His room was room 117, and mine was 100. Tonight i had a new room, room 116, ironically the one in front of his. My room had a bathroom and a bed, and a bared window at the top of the door, so staff could check on you. Me and Luke didn't talk at night, he told me stories about the unfortunate who did and got taken away and returned worse than you could picture. I thought about him until i fell asleep.
