Life On Death

The Asylum

Sebastian-

My rage one again filled the room, blood rushing to my face. Broken, again. The hospital security rushed forward and they dragged me away. Back to my room as a patient, no more newspapers, no more news.

We approach my hospital room, my back facing the door. They open the door. And roughly push me in. I stumble and fall backward and brace myself for the pain that was soon to come. But it never came, because two more policemen were standing there to catch me.

They barked orders to the security guards and they left. Then, one of the officers spoke to me, "I am Jacob Mogley, but to you, I am Officer Mogley, you will call me this." He roughly pulled my head back so I could see him, "Yes sir?" he questioned.

"Yes Sir" I responded

"Ok. We have been sent here because we were alerted about your so-called crisis, you know, the suicide, harassment thing." He paused, "Well, let's just cut to the chase, you are going into captivity," my jaw dropped, "Three years in a mental asylum you get, and not even counting the community service you owe." Officer Mogley chuckled, "Have fun." He dragged me away.

When we were out of the building he shoved me into his police car and handcuffed me. We drove quickly to the asylum, sirens on.

When we got there they took the handcuffs off me, pushed me into a cell and left, leaving me in the loony bin.