The Asylum||Creepypasta

Chapter 16

It was time to go back to our cells. Even though I wasn't happy being forced back into that white, cramped room, I had to comply. Walking in after hearing the door slam shut behind me, I sat down on the bed. I stared blankly at the white, concrete wall.

'I fucking hate it here. If there was a chance to escape, I wouldn't hesitate to take it. But this place has guards everywhere and security cameras, too. It would be difficult, but not impossible. I just need to figure out how to make it possible. I should sleep on it. I'll try to figure it out tomorrow.' I thought.

Laying on the pillow, I closed my eyes and tried going to sleep. I grunted in annoyance after 10 minutes of not falling asleep. I turned on my side and tried to fall asleep again.

"......."

I growled and sat up. I sighed and sat there. 'I guess I'm not getting any sleep after all.' I thought, annoyed.

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"Rise and shine! Time to go to group therapy!" A voice said on the other side of the locked door. The door opens, revealing a man with an annoyed look on his face. "Come on, hurry up and let's go." He says. I yawned and stood up, following the man out of my cell.

'Damn...I'm tired as hell. I feel like I'm about to pass out.' I thought, my eyes closing. I had to use all my strength to keep them open.

We made it to the door that held my group therapy sessions. The man opened the door and I walked in. Everyone was already there, sitting in their spots that they sat yesterday. I went to my old seat and sat down, waiting to get this over with.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, we can begin our session." Doctor Webb says.

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Like last time, it was boring. The whole time I was in there, I fell asleep multiple times. Each time I was woken up, I was scolded by Doctor Webb. Glad that it was finally over, I began walking with the others to the cafeteria. "Hey, Trinity." A voice says from beside me. I looked up from the ground and turned my head to face whoever spoke to me.

It was Masky. I smiled at him. "Hey, Masky." I say. He just nods and walks alongside me, without saying anything else. "So, how do you like it here?" I ask, trying to make a conversation. He huffs. "What do you think? It fucking sucks. Everyday I wake up to this shit hole." He says. I laughed quietly. "Yeah, I know how you feel." I say.

"Yeah, this place fucking SUCKS! If I could ahold of my knife again...I'll kill every staff member here!" Another voice says from my other side. Looking away from Masky, I saw Jeff staring ahead of him. He had this sadistic look in his lidless eyes. He then turned to face me. "What about you? Do you hate it here?" Jeff asks.

I snort. "Well yeah. I mean who doesn't hate it here?" I replied. He nods. "Yeah, if someone says that they love it here, I won't hesitate to make them...go to sleep." Jeff laughs darkly.

Ahead of us, a voice boomed out. "HEY! SHUT UP BACK THERE!" It was the douche from before that escorted me to my group therapy session. Jeff grumbled, but didn't make a retort. I sighed softly.

'Fuck this place.'

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