Asylum | E.D

6

"I am not crazy."

Ethan

"Been feeling any better?" Jane asks as we watch towards the courtyard that night. I gave her a nod, which is only half true. Better because I haven't experienced any nightmares and that fucking voice in my head left, but I still wanted to get out of this hell hole. I don't feel like staying here any longer.

"I want to get out of here." I blurted, my eyes widen as I realised what I just said. Jane stopped in his tracks, looking back at her. "Why?" She asks me. "I...Uh, never mind." I stutter.

"But-" She starts but I cut off her constant questioning. "Just drop it, forget I even said that." I walk faster towards the courtyard. I didn't mean to sound angry. "Mood swings much?" She tries to lighten the mood.
I roll my eyes and she keeps her moth shut, thank god.

God these pills better not be making me bipolar.

When I reached the courtyard, some patients were already there. One of them was talking to a tree, another one was laughing uncontrollably, by himself. I walked up to a bench and sat down on it. I averted my gaze to a group of people, sitting down on the grass. I recognised the blonde hair immediately.

Jaylee.

She was laughing at something Tyler said, causing me to roll my eyes. I hate those guys. I guess Ellie noticed my staring, as she nudges Jaylee with her eyebrow, causing her to turn around. She looks back at me, a wide smile spreading across her face. I couldn't help but do the same.

She says something to her friends, then gets up off the ground and wipes her jumpsuit down. She starts making her way over to me; while all her friends eyes are on me. I shoot them a quick glare before I look back at her. She smiles at me, the sits down next to me.

"Why aren't you sitting with your friends?" I ask, arching my eyebrow. She shrugs. "I wanted to hear your story. You never finished yesterday." she tells me. I chuckle. "What do you want to know?" I ask.

"How did you end up here?" She asks me. I swallow nervously. "I didn't kill my brother, if that's what you're thinking" my voice was low. "I wasn't thinking that." I was taken back by her response.

"Okay I just wanna clear things right here," I starts making her look at me. "I am not crazy." I state flatly looking at her straight in the eyes. She laughed a little bit awkwardly at me, "Yeah everyone here says that. You said it yourself yesterday, you called yourself insane."

I cross my arms over my chest, noticing her eye lingering on my arms. "Look, I talked to you the other day and perhaps also today because I thought that maybe you could be the most rational one that I can talk to here, okay?"

"So what's your deal?" She asks. I cleared my throat. "Okay, so I am here because I was accused of something horrible that I didn't do. And now I am a patient in here which is not justifiable since I did not do anything. But now everyone thinks I'm a psycho."

"What'd you do?" She asks. I know she's heard about the rumours of my brother, yet she's still asking, like she suddenly found the urge to hear my life story. "I didn't do anything okay." I say irritated. She nods her head, dropping the subject.

At least someone here knows how to mind their business.

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