Welcome to Raspy Asylum

Chapter 12

"Jasmine, I thought we talked about this!" I sighed, shaking my head in disapproval. She just looked at me with a guilty smile, pausing the video she was watching. "I thought we both agreed to keep our minds off of Travis until he's out of the hospital." I told her while closing the door behind me. It's been 2 days since Travis was attacked on Thursday night and Jasmine and I both agreed we should hang out during the weekend to keep our minds off the subject. Luckily we don't have to work the weekends so it was easier for us to calm down from the event. Though we won't be able to keep our minds off Travis if jasmine won't stop watching videos she's made with him.

"I'm sorry (Y/n), I really do want to keep my mind off him but it's like an urge I have to fulfill!" She exclaimed, flicking her wrist into the air to emphasize her point.

"You sound like an addict now." I sarcastically replied, placing my bag on Jasmine's couch since she invited me to watch some movies with her. She snorted and shook her head,

"I am not! I just haven't watched these in a long time!"

"And you decide now out of all times to watch them?" I accused, raising my eyebrows at her. She sighed before speaking to me in a serious tone,

"Can I watch one more though? I get we need to take our minds off of Travis but there's one I just have to watch." She looked at me with eyes I couldn't refuse.

"Alright, just one more." I told her, sitting down on her couch while she got up and replaced the current CD in the DVD player with another that was labeled in sharpie as "Asylum Project."

The video started out with Jasmine approaching the Asylum, she looked younger, probably about 6 years younger from her age of 25 right now. She was walking backwards while laughing at whatever the camera man had said to her before they started recording.

"Hello! I'm Jasmine and what you see behind me is the illusive Raspy Asylum. It may seem scary from out here but within these walls are the rich history of this town. I'll be your tour guide throughout this adventure and explain to you the many wonderful details of this building." She smiled for 10 seconds before asking, "Was that good?" In which the camera man replied in a familiar voice,

"You nailed it." Giving her a thumbs up.

The video continued with a full tour of the Asylum with the cameraman, who was Travis, giving feedback about what she was saying. The whole video was great and had me laughing with tears in my eyes a few times at some of the blunders Jasmine would make. Surprisingly, Jasmine entered Hall C with Travis, none of them were nervous or anything as they usually were and Jasmine just described the background for each of the cell mates while Travis would make a snide comment about them as a joke. By the end of the video, Travis flipped the camera towards himself and Jasmine leaned her head on his shoulder as they both waved goodbye before the video ended. I was shocked to see how much joy was in Travis' face, not a hint of fear. He looked so confident and happy and... the complete opposite of who he is now. I looked over at Jasmine who had tears in her eyes. We state there in silence until I spoke up,

"When did you guys make this?" Jasmine looked over and spook up somberly,

"It was an advertisement project Travis and I had to do for a Speech class as Juniors. We made it since when we both started working there, the Asylum had such a small amount of customers coming in. I never got around to advertise it online but I like to watch it from time to time. It is the last video I have of Travis being genuinely happy."

The tension was thick after Jasmine finished her statement, none of us knowing what to say after what she said. We both sat there in silence while the TV blared the last image of the video, which was Travis and jasmine smiling.

"We should post that video on Youtube, it is a really great advertisement. I'm sure we'll get more customers by putting it on the internet! I mean, we only get about 100 guest on average at the asylum. I think this video will definitely boost the amount of people coming." I told her, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I guess I will tonight, though let's watch some of those movies I wanted to show you." She suggested and I agreed.

The rest of the night was spent watching a variety of different movie genres, from horror to comedy and even a few rom com movies. By the end of our movie spree it was about 11 o'clock.

"Well I guess I should be heading off." I told Jasmine, grabbing my bag before walking towards the door but before I could reach the door I felt a hand grab my wrist.

"Maybe I should drive you home... to be safe!" I stated, clearly worried though. I understood why she didn't want me to walk home alone so I agreed.

We both hopped into her car and drove off in blissful silence until she pulled up to my driveway. "Thanks." I said while grabbing my bag from her car. I closed the door and went to head inside but stopped myself and turned around, "Hey, could there be a possibility that you could send me those videos of Travis?" I asked. She instantly stopped backing out, shocked at my question. She sat there for a few moments, probably thinking before replying,

"Sure, I don't see why not. I have them privately on my Youtube account so I'll just text you my username and password and you can watch them from there." She then rolled up her window and drove off.

It was one o'clock and I still found myself watching all the videos on Jasmine's account. It was just mesmerizing and slightly scary to see how different Travis was back then. He was outgoing, friendly, confident... there were even videos of him playing a few sports! I'm not going to lie, he was pretty muscular back then, which made sense why he was so toned now but what I wanted to know is what caused this drastic change? Something wrong definitely happened to Travis when he started working at the asylum and I must find out what happened.

I went to close my laptop when I saw that Jasmine had uploaded the Asylum advertisement publicly. Maybe watching one more video wouldn't hurt.