The Twisted Ones [HIATUS]

Chapter One

St.Celestine Asylum

Ace
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Inside, this blasted place, was nothing but the smell of a dirty old fucking hospital. I was new to this place, they just transferred me yesterday to this hell of a place. My last 'home' was already bad enough, now they want me to really tell people what really happened to me. But they won't get a single word out of me, that's for sure.
As I got shoved into a new 'room' I grunted out softly, but the person ignored me and just locked the cell door. 'Fucking asshole.' I cursed inside my head.

This placed stinks, And I hated it. Sooner or later they will realize they won't get anything from me and just send me back, maybe even set me free! But I was dead wrong when the bells rung indicating we were locked in here till morning. Ugh.

"Time to Sleep!" The speaker had said, I rolled my eyes. 'What's sleep?' I thought out of boredom, laughing silently by myself at my silly joke of amusement. I then sat down on one of the beds, on the bottom bunk to the right. There were two bunk beds, one on each side which means there was at least three people who would be rooming in with me. Oh hell no!

New people, which means I have to socialize, which means I have to talk! And I hate talking!! Ugh. I then laid down, my chains holding me captive from anything I might do to myself again. I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep but I couldn't so I just snapped them open again. This is hopeless.
I have to wait till morning again, and that's gotta suck. I can't sleep and I am limited to the things I might do, well this is just fucking swell! The lights went out a few minutes after and everything was pitch black, I just wanted to yell and tell then that I wanted to go back to that cheap asylum! At least I wasn't trapped and chained in there like an animal! I tossed and turned in my bed, I was uncomfortable in these chains and these ragged bed sheets.

I then began counting, from 1 to... well I don't know what number I'll end up, I'll just count myself to sleep or count till tomorrow morning, my throat will probably be sore but I wouldn't care less anymore. I began counting...

Axel
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Looking up, this place gives me goosebumps. I hated it already just by looking at it, But I was being forced to go inside because of this guard. St. Celestine Asylum, scary name.

Inside, it smelled awful. But I could cope with it, yet I still feel this uncomfortable vibe coming out of these cells. "You'll be staying here for the night, but the facility will transfer you to your special cell. Feel at home and Good night." The guard lightly shoved me into a room with one bed, I sat down but I quickly got up when I saw they didn't remove my chains. "Hey!" I yelled.

"Unchain me!" I added, angrily this time. "No can do buddy, you have to be chained for a while until we transfer you." I grunted, growled before walking back to the bed and sitting down. How the fuck am I going to sleep in these chains? It's not like it's super comfortable! I just wanted to break these stupid restrains, I wanted to cut them open.
Other than not being to sleep well, these chains limited what freedom I have left in this cell room. I sighed, might as well just lay down, and I did just that.

Looking up at the blank ceiling, thinking really hard.

Amber
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I arrived in this place about 5 in the morning, which made me want to just kill myself. I HATED IT HERE. I heard stories about this damn place and I don't like them one bit. I laid in my bed, the guard telling me to sleep and that they were gonna transfer me to a new room tomorrow morning, but they could have just removed these chains that are keeping my hands together like a fucking handcuff! Fucking blasted guards with no fucking manners to their patients, or are we even people to them anymore?