The Asylum

Screams.
That's all I hear.
Screams. Screams. Screams.
I don't think I can remember a time when I didn't hear the ecoing, haunting, ghostly screams. They're the first thing I hear when I wake and the last thing I hear before bed. I don't know why they're always screaming. Screaming doesn't change what happens, what always happens. If anything, it makes it worse. It makes him mad. So mad. I don't like seeing him that mad. When he's mad he does bad things. Really bad things. I don't know why they still don't know that screaming makes him angry. Most of them have been here for over three years. I've only been here for a year. Or was it a month? Maybe 2? I guess it's hard to keep track when you're here. If it's only been a few months then it must just feel like a year. Anyway in the short time I've been here, I even know not to scream.
Everyday is the same. I wake up to screaming and that's how I know the others are still alive. There's not many of us here, maybe only 10? 15? I was sent here because I'm unique. I'm different and he doesn't like that. Or, maybe he likes it too much. He comes to my room everyday and gives me medicine, except I don't think it is medicine. It makes me feel funny and my vision gets blurry. After a few minutes the world goes black. When I wake I always feel sick and it feels like there's a demon messing with my brain.
Then, there's the blood. So much blood. The dark red liquid makes me sick, but also anxious to no return. It's mine, usually. When I'm unconscious he drills a hole in the side of my head. It's small and reminds me of a bullet hole, but noticeable nonetheless.
"Why?" I would ask curiously.
"You're special." He'd answer.
"Why?" I'd push.
"You're brain is different from the others." He'd say simply like this is normal, mundane conversation you would have.
He'd always answered calmly, never rude, never angry, just calmly.
"Why?" I would keep pushing for an answer.
"I need to know why you're different." He would grin after this and it always made me uncomfortable. I'd squirm in my uncomfortably, small bed, wanting to leave, but I stay frozen in place like a statue.
Now that I actually think about it, he spends more time with me than the others. I count the time that passed from when I hear him open a door in the hallway to when he closes it and I hear his heavy footsteps fade.
Maybe it's because I don't scream. I don't scream because I think what he does is okay I just don't scream because I know if I did everything would be worse. A lot worse. Maybe that's why he thinks I'm different. I don't scream, I don't fight or talk back, I just let it happen and I guess that's what he likes.
We aren't allowed out of our rooms, but I know what he has done. What he always does when he's REALLY mad. I see it in my nightmares when I sleep. I smell it through the thin walls and oak door of my small white, padded room. I can feel the pain and ache of sad sorrow in my small, fragile body. I can taste the sourness in the cool air in my room. And I can always hear it. The loud crying, no, begging for him to stop, but he doesn't.
The screams. They're what haunt me the most. The last sound before happy Death takes them. Every one of them, all victims to him and his 'experiments.'
Over and over again they scream. LOUDER! LOUDER! LOUDER! It's all I hear! Everyday, they're screaming! Make it stop! Please! Make it stop! I have to make it stop! Help! Please! I can't take it! I can't...I just can't do it anymore. I don't know why it took me so long to realize, but I need to get out of here. This has to end and I have to end it.
If anyone finds this, get out. Get out now and don't look back. Leave, run. He will find you. Don't try and look for me I'm already gone. Run far away from this place. There's no hope for me, but there is for you. Go! The asylum is no place for you, it's no place for any of us. You still have time though, leave and make sure no one comes here. It's too dangerous. His people are everywhere, there's no escape. Don't forget what I said he will find you. He always finds you. And when he does...there will be no hope for you either.