Asylum | E.D

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"Please don't make me go back in there. Please!"

Jaylee

"So, what are you guys in here for?" I ask the three of them curiously, sipping the only decent thing on the tray which was water. At least they got that right.

"Anger issues." Ellie shrugged while Tyler and Jackson chuckled at the response. "And you guys?" I raised an eyebrow at the boys. "A buddy of ours got killed and we were both charged with man slaughter." Jackson shrugged, like it was no big deal. "Then why aren't you in jail?" I ask them, raising an eyebrow. "I don't really know. I guess the judge thought we had anger issues or something, so they sent us here like it was some sort of juvenile detention centre." Tyler shrugged his shoulders.

"What about you Jaylee? What did you do to wound up in a place like this? You seem too innocent." Ellie chuckles. I stare down at my tray of food, biting down on my lip so hard I stare to taste the metallic taste, blood.

There was so much blood.

"I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time." I chuckled dryly, staring down at my lap. They dismissed the subject, noticing I didn't want to speak of the topic.

I feel eyes on me as I sit and try to eat the dinner the place had given us. Curiosity got the best of me, so I turned my head, my eyes meeting a pair of hazel ones. A boy sitting alone eyes bored into mine and I couldn't look away. He had dark brown, almost black hair, big hazel eyes with long eyelashes, tan skin, pink plump lips and a sharp jawline. He was by far the most beautiful boy I've ever seen.

Finally, he looked back to his lap while a bored expression played on his face. I turned my head back around, clearing my throat. "Who's that?" I asked the group, motioning my head towards the brown haired boy. Jackson looks over, a frown instantly takes over his face. "Oh, that's Ethan Dolan. He's a little weird, no one really talks to him." He tells me.

"Weird? What do you mean by that?" I ask him. "Apparently, he killed his twin brother." Jackson says, lowering his voice. My eyes widen as my mouth parts in shock. He couldn't have, could he?

"And you're just basing this off rumours?" I cock an eyebrow. "I've never had a conversation with the kid, but he seems a little off. Then again, so do the rest of us." Jackson laughs at the end. I look back over, noticing the boy had left the cafeteria already. I frowned slightly, turning back around.

Did he really kill his brother?

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I wake up to someone screaming outside. I groan, stretching my arms and legs and rise from the uncomfortable bed. I quietly slip on my shoes and stand up to see what all the noise was about.

"I told you I didn't hit him!" The deep voice yelled.

"Let go of me, fuck!"

I walk over to my door, rubbing sleep out of my eyes. I have no idea what time it was, due to the fact that there is no clock in my room. I tip toe over to the door, peeking out of the small glass window in the door .

The shouting is still audible, in fact it was getting louder, meaning they were heading this way. Heavy footsteps were inching closer.

"I didn't hit him, I swear. Put me down I don't want to go back in there!"

Nurses rush down the hallway, I'm guessing towards the screaming patient. They pass us, and I get a glimpse of him.

Ethan Dolan.

"Please don't make me go back in there. Please!"

"Mr Dolan, stop protesting and just go!" The nurse yells, as the voices get quieter and quieter.

Where on earth are they taking him?