Okay okay, I guess I'll leave
I don't want you to see the darkness
I always see.
I'm broken
You're too kind
You don't understand
My dark mind."
- From "Dark Poems", by @escape_artist_
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Total silence and darkness surrender the inside of the Asylum.
Jennifer was sound asleep, until a panicked whisper reached her ears, snapping her eyes open completely.
"It's all my fault" the soft deep voice whispered.
Jennifer looked around her. The young girl blond haired girl was alone in her locked cell.
"Keep him away from me!" the voice panicked.
Jennifer cleaned the sleep from her eyes and got out of her bed, which was just a simple mattress with a small white ripped sheet in the corner of the small-protected room.
Her small bare feet made contact with the cold floor, as she slowly tiptoed to the secured cell door.
The young girl tried to sneak a peek at the Asylum hall, but when her bare and skinny fingers made contact with the door of her room, she found it strangely... open?
Jennifer pushed the door carefully until it was fully open and she could see both sides of the hall of her building section and the small window in front of her room, showing off some trees and some apartments in the distance.
The soft whispers she heard before became more frequent, louder and more panic they released.
Young little Jennifer had three options:
A) Leave her cell room and follow the whispers and find out what is happening;
B) Try to find one of the Asylums nurses and inform them of the strange panicked whispers she was hearing, probably earning a detention, some more pills and getting in really deep trouble;
C) Close the cell door, go to bed, forget the whole thing and try to get some sleep.
The young girl's mind fought itself to choose the most correct option at that moment. Her mind said "choose the option C) and pretend like this was just a dream nobody will know about" but of course, her instinct made her choose option A).
Before she could think twice about it, Jennifer's now cold feet moved in the direction of the whispers she heard. After passing about five bedrooms, the whispers turned into voices, and the voices turned into screams.
Jennifer reached a hall that see had never seen when she took her weekend walks through the St. Philips Asylum. It was a dark hall with no windows, just a small lights bleeping in the ceiling every meter, with no doors, whatsoever.
At the end of the long hall, she saw an old cell-door. Instead of a small window on top of it like all the other cell-doors had, it had metal bars. The old silver door was full of scratches, making a shiver go up the young girl's spine.
Her mind and her intuition literally screamed for her to get out of there and return to her room, but her body had other plans.
Jennifer carefully pushed the unlocked door open. Her eyes scanned the darkness inside the room for what could be the source of all the noise she was hearing previously. The room was an entire mess, a bed backwards with a rather old and ripped mattress in a corner, scratches all over the walls and over the floor. Jennifer shivered yet again.
