St.Ravens

Alex

The grieving men and women, dressed head to toe in black, surrounded the slick, black coffin that held a corpse, still well preserved. Their hair tied back and dressed in a smart, black suit. All to be heard was the agonising noise of people crying.

A woman stood up, a black veil draped over her face, as she began to speak, "I first met him a long time ago. He had his whole life ahead of him but instead he wound up in St. Ravens with me. Yes I met him in a mental asylum. But he was not like the rest of them. For he was innocent. I still remember when he first arrived."

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Darkness stretched out to as far as the eye could see. Howling winds wailed in fear and woe; the crooked, skeletal trees stood still. Intertwined with it all, there was a man struggling to get free from the firm grasp of the guards. The asylum was tall and long; it's looming structure formed an ominous shadow. Heavy, metal doors groaned opened as the man was dragged in. Rattling bars of cells echoed around the empty halls.

"I'M INNOCENT!" He yelled, attempting to get loose once more. Not a single tear formed in his eyes, for he was determined to stay strong. The man looked young, early twenties. Dirty blonde hair, neatly cut and well groomed. His clothes, a hospital gown; the light blue fabric complimented his pale complexion. His eyes were a sparkling blue, which were about to be darkened by the horrors that awaited him in the asylum.

After a few minutes of being dragged through millions of halls, he was finally released. Released into a room full of cells, guarded by three people, walking around and banging their bats at the  bars of cells to silence the shouting patients. All of the patients were dressed in the same gown and looking as depressed as the next. A group of three girls sat huddled in a far off corner of a big cell, whispering and watching him intently. They were the only patients that were chained together in the same cell. As he was harshly shoved into his own dirty cell, dropping on to his knees, he yelled once again, "LET ME GO! I'M INNOCENT!!!" but the guards just walked away. He, banged his head onto the wall so helplessly. He heard a delicate, female voice from the other side of the thin wall that was separating them, and now he stopped and listened, "They're not gonna believe you."