Demons (5SOS AU)

Demons

Ashton leaned on the cold wall, watching Calum play soccer outside. It made him sick when he thought of how vulnerable Calum was, thinking he could push down the voices by playing soccer.

The cold radiated off the wall and seeped though Ashton’s shirt, making his back cold. He didn’t mind the cold; it reminded him that he could still feel something.

Ashton didn’t want to go outside, in fact he didn’t want to leave his room, but the psychologist said he needed to ‘socialize’ and ‘get some fresh air’.

You hate everyone here. A voice echoed in his head.

It was half true. It’s not like he had a choice though. The voices made Ashton push everyone away and hate almost everyone he came across.

“Want to play?” Calum yelled at Ashton.

Reject him. A voice said.

“No.” Ashton said rather coldly.

Calum just shrugged and continued to kick the ball around.  It was hard to believe Calum had the same problem as Ashton, the voices telling them to do bad. Calum just played soccer all day everyday, while Ashton found other distractions. Though the distractions didn’t help in the long run. Sure you could stuff down the voices with distractions but none of them lasted. The voices would push through after a while and they would be angry.

Ashton looked around at the asylum’s garden. There were benches and roses spread out around the places, people talking to themselves, other playing games like chess, soccer, checkers, and even the games of patty cake.

Many people found mental asylums scary and crazy, but Ashton found them comforting. He felt comforted knowing that he was locked behind thick walls where he could never hurt anyone.

He continued observing people’s activities, watching some women play chess, until his eyes set on a girl walking through the gates. Nurses and guards surrounded her. This girl must be trouble. Though she didn’t look crazy, she looked troubled, like she was deep in thought. Maybe she was. I wonder what she was thinking about. The girl looked no older then 18. Her brown hair swayed in the light, August breeze. She was lead through the stone path to the front of the asylum, where the big doors were open for break. Then she disappeared into the building, no sign left to prove she was walking by just moments ago.

“Ok. Time’s up. You can go into your room now, or hang about in the day room. In fact, you could even go to your Circle early.” One of the nurses said to Ashton.

Without a moments hesitation he pushed off the wall and made his way back to his room.

Mia walked into the Asylum. She knew they hated the word ‘asylum’ but that’s why she said it. She was moved to this asylum after ‘disturbing the peace’ at Lichon (the institute she was previously at) and now she was here, at Kimel Mental Institution.

It wasn’t her fault. She had to do it, or the voices would take over and do things that are far worse then tie on of the patients to the fan with a rope.

She was being lead to the therapist office. Mia wasn’t as messed up as some as the patients here. She didn’t like to be called crazy because she wasn’t. Mia just heard voices. But doesn’t everyone? Her voices just tell her to do things like tie someone to a fan or cut off someone’s hair or… set fire to things.

It wasn’t like she claimed to have been abducted by aliens or her lover was an actual cow. But apparently I was being lead to the therapist as a ‘routine check’ on my sanity. But of course she’s not sane, nobody is.