It was February 28, 1915, and times were not pleasant. Especially not for those at Brickwood Mental Asylum. It was cold, and dark, and the aura was just plain terrifying for the patients there. They were ALL tortured. All from the different methods that were supposed to HELP them. But no....they only became more troubled. Most obeyed orders like dogs, afraid to be beaten by their masters. However, there were a few patients who didn't obey. Those select few suffered endlessly. Some died because it was too much for them.
Jay Quincy Willis was a fifteen year old boy suffering from Schizophrenia and Anorexia Nervosa. He came to Brickwood being naive, believing that he would be helped, cured, taken back into the light so that he can just go back HOME. He was miserably wrong. This was two years ago, in 1913. After about six months, he started fighting back.
It was this day, however, that everything blew up in his face. Jay had physically attacked a doctor. He couldn't even remember why, but he did. And now he was literally being dragged down the hallway by other doctors and nurses, and into his cold, dark cell. The doctors threw him down and before he knew it, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. One of the people surrounding him kicked him, and others immediately started joining in.
Jay tried fighting back, but was far too weak. Just trying to merely push them. And there was one particular kick to the side that was followed by a sickening crack and an ear piercing scream filled the room. His ribs were broken. His breathing only came out in gasps now, wheezing, trying to get air inside his agony filled lungs.
He then felt his arms getting cut, and the same screaming echoed. Jay finally started getting up again, about to beat the living daylights out of one of the doctors until there was a powerful blow to his head and he fell to the ground, blood starting to stream down the right side of his face. His vision blurred and every sound was muffled. His eyelids started growing heavy, as he fought sleep, however the constant kicking and overwhelming pain was making it extremely difficult. "What....what did-" his eyes closed, and before anyone can throw another kick or punch, his heart had already stopped, and he slipped away.
Jay Quincy Willis, 15 years old.
Time of Death: February 28,1915. 4:45 PM
Location of Death: Brickwood Mental Asylum.
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