Chapter 8

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The nurse continued to ask me questions until she asked me "Do you know anyone here? Perhaps someone that, you know, inspired you...?" then I thought, I thought about Carl. I had a crush on him (even though he was older) since 2nd grade I still love him. He was my only friend, but then they took him. To a mental asylum, because he killed his parents and sister. I didn't understand at the time though, why they were taking him away but, now i'm just like him. Insane, crazy, a phycopath and a murder. George (the security guard) came in and undid my chains, before leaving me. Alone. The word alone echoed in my head. You're not alone... I repeated that in my head for a while.

I heard the sound of whispering. It was coming from the room over. I got up and put my ear against the wall. "Shhhhh, She's listening..." It then went quiet. I thought there was a boy in the room over... Why was there a female voice? I backed up when I heard a loud crash from the room over. I started to shake, but then I heard growling. "This must be the dog Doctor Little was talking about..." I heard the door close and then nothing else. Just silence. "I'm not alone... Am I?"

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