The Asylum

The Aslyum

Zippermouth was  being screamed at by her parents, yet again. They never could stop talking even if they wanted to. She sighed, nodded her head, and escaped her room. Thankfully this time instead of arguing with them, she set up a plan. From this day forward there would be no more talking if they could help it. She stitches a zipper onto her lips so she wouldn't accidently say anything.
    "Only speak once spoken to. Goodbye voice." She whispers before zipping her mouth shut and locking herself into her room. Hopefully forever.
**time jump**
    Zippermouth was sitting in class. Everyone around her yelling, talking, making noise and having fun. But not her. She had stowed away her voice to the inside of her head, zipper upon her scarred lips like a prayer.
    Then all of a sudden the classroom got a little quiet. Too quiet. They look up and notice a few men in uniforms standing there. The men looked at her, after talking to their teacher, and led Zippermouth away from the classroom.
    "You're coming with us. All your bags are packed, no worries, but you need help. You can't keep up the silent act for 14 weeks and expect your parents to not call us. Especially when you stitched a zipper to your lips." One of the men spoke before she was dragged away by the other. Into a van she went, and she could do nothing about it. Her voice was too hoarse anyways.
    It was a long drive. Longer than anything her parents had dragged her to. Eventually though, the van did stop. Stretching her tingling legs, she hopped out of the bag, arm immediately grabbed by one of the guards. Being led slowly to the entrance, she began to worry. Just how long would she be here..?
    As she looked around, she noticed a lot of children in the courtyard.
    “Odd.” She thought to herself as they went inside. Huge engraved wood doors were opened to reveal a small reception desk. A kind eyed woman greeted her.
    "Hi there miss, the other children are having lunch currently. Care to join them?" She asks and without giving Zippermouth a chance to reply, not that she could anyways, they were led into a huge room.
    As she walked in slowly, she eyed the crowded tables full of children of all kinds. Freakishly tall. Crooked jaw. Mismatched eyes. Barking laugh. Every one of them had something odd about them.
    "Is that why they brought me here? Because I'm... Wrong...? " she thought weakly. She was sat down next to an incredibly pale girl, with thin white hair and pink eyes.
    "You're new, aren't you? "
Zippermouth nodded silently. She began scanning the crowd of kids again before she was pulled out of her daze.
    "Well I don't want you sitting with me. Whatever you do though, don't sit with him." She says and points to a boy sitting at his own table. He looked rather lonely. Zippermouth stood up, smirked at her, and went to the boy's table.
    "He won't bite, relax. You can show up that girl, can't you?" She asks herself and silently nods before tapping the boy on the shoulder.
Not a split second before she touched him, he whipped around to face her. Zippermouth was almost startled. The boy was wearing a flat mask where you if you looked at the side of his face you could see slivers of skin but nothing else. His eyes had slits so he could see, not enough that you could see all of his eyes but to the point where you could see some. A black band wrapped around the back of his neck to hold the mask ib place. To the right of his left eye’s slit was a small black diamond. The background of the mask was white and had a slit for the mouth as well. "Oh~? A new one! Thank god! Sit down, sit down! Its been far too long! "
Zippermouth instantly smiled, and bowed her head slightly as if to say "Thanks!" She sat down next to him and noticed  a sign on the wall. It read "Ms.June's Asylum for Minors"
    "Asylum? They think we are crazy or something?" She thinks to themself and points to it, wondering if it's true or a dumb prank.
Mask gave a little giggle, oddly high pitched for a boy.
    "I know what you're asking, and yes, they think we're crazy. Except for me, of course. They know I'm crazy. " laughing, he slapped a hand on the table like it was the funniest thing ever said.     
  "What's with the zipper, my friend? It's a great tragedy for one not to speak their mind~"
Zippermouth just shrugged and looked down hoping he moves the topic. Then she nods her head towards the girl she met earlier. The one with white hair, pink eyes, and a horrible voice.
    "Whose that?" Her gesture seems to ask for her.
    “That's Sunday White. And no, I'm not joking about the name. She's an albino, got sent here practically the moment she was born. Lived here her entire life. She's never tried to break out, because the sunlight would damage her to death. She really doesn't have any friends and staff doesn't know what to do with her. She'll probably be here until she dies. "
Zippermouth frowns. "Maybe that's why she is so mean.." she thinks to herself and slowly nods. She points to Mask and then to the Asylum as if to say,
    "How about you? Why were you put here?"
    "Me? Oh, sweetie, that's one hell of a story. " he laughed. "To put it simply, one night I decided I couldn't hide chaos anymore. I ran around town breaking property. Setting off fireworks. Painting everything a different colour than it's s'posed to be. The entire town was in madness.
    They always knew something was up about me, but it was only then they could do something about it. The mask I stole and painted myself. "
Zippermouth laughs silently, a rare thing for her to do. Mask was a handful but he seemed like fun. She then points to him and slides her finger across her neck slowly. She is trying to ask "have you ever committed murder?"
    Mask's eyes (or, well, what she could see of them) seem to shade over. Tipping his head slightly down and putting his fingertips together, he grinned.
    "Perhaps it's best if we stay quiet about the subject of murder. It's nothing you'd like to know about. "
    Zipper shrugged and simply pointed to him then gave him a thumbs up. "You're good either way." She seems to say then their conversation is rudely interrupted.
    "LUNCH IS OVER!" The receptionist screams.