I now regretted my decision to ask but I had to nod because I knew full well she was going to tell me one way or another. "I got my pills, my sleeping pills, out from under the mattress and took the water off the side. I gave her 24 pills; two weeks worth give or take. I made sure they were dissolving type."
"Then?" I asked...
" I made sure she was asleep before I carried on. I emptied the bin by the bed and got the bag from inside. I tied it around her neck and kicked her in the head, the bitch deserved it."
"No, stop it, I don't like it." I said, covering my ears with my shaking hands. I could here my blood pulsing through my palms as I made a vacuum between my ear and her sick tone of voice. I screwed my face up, feeling the colour drain out of my complexion as I did so, and squeezed my eyes shut. After what seemed like forever, I opened my eyes to find her close to my face, waiting for me to speak.
"Okay, I'll listen." I said, begrudgingly.
"After I finished kicking her head in. I saw the bag leaking her skanky, lowlife blood and I knew she was alive because her dirty, cheating body was still breathing-that was what I wanted. I dragged her down the hall by her legs past my cell and through the male ward. When I- well we- went past the ward, all the heads turned. They saw her auburn hair; they saw her pale freckly body; they saw her nurse uniform; they saw too much; they saw I had Bianca. I couldn't go back there after that."
"So that's why we apparently couldn't go through the male ward?!" Everything was making sense now....
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The Girl in the Asylum
HorrorShe had seen many things; she needed help. Her self harm, addiction and fasting was out of control. University dropout, Rebecca wanted to help. Will she stay sane? Or will this push her off the edge too? Maybe the asylum is the right place for her...
