Asylum | E.D

19

"You fucking psycho! You killed my brother!"

Jaylee

Ethan throws a punch at Lewis using all of his energy. Lewis falls on his back onto the floor dropping the gun from his hands as he cups his face where Ethan had punched it."You psycho!" Lewis grunted as he offers himself up and attempts to throw a punch at Ethan back but fortunately, he failed and hit the cabinet instead.

I look on the floor and out of impulse took the gun that Lewis had dropped just a few moments ago. Jane looks at me and then back at Ethan, and then she kicks Lewis at the shin as he is about to lounge once more at Ethan.

I am helplessly watching the commotion, with the heavy gun in my hand. I don't know what to do with it, and I wasn't up for using it against anybody too. "Run, now!" Ethan shouts, as Lewis successfully punched him square on the jaw causing him to fall on the floor.

Panick surges through me and I can't seem to move. "What are you doing Jaylee?! Run!" Ethan yells. I can't move. "Jaylee!"

"Jaylee!"

My hands are trembling, trembling with fear and with anger. My father has this look on his face like he is about to burst out and cry, disappointment washing over his features. 

I could not utter any single word. My head is pounding in my ear. I can't even do anything, it was like someone had taken over my body, holding me up.

"You did this, didn't you?" His face was furious. I stared down at my lifeless brother, laying face down on the floor of his bedroom.

"N-No:" I choke, suppressing my sobs. "Explain the gun in your hand!" He yells. Jessica stares at me in utter disgust. My own sister.

"You fucking psycho! You killed my bother!" She pounces at me, but my mother pulled her back. "I didn't do anything! Alex shot himself!" I sob.

"You're a maniac, you belong in a mental asylum!"

I was snapped out of my trance when Jane shakes me, bringing me back to my senses. "Jaylee!"

"Are you alright?" Ethan asks from behind. "We better hurry now, let's go!" He says. My mind is all jumbled up. I try to say something, but I close my mouth again finding no words. I can't even manage to move any part of my body. I feel exhausted and mortified and my stomach is twisting. "Are you okay? We're gonna get through this don't worry. Stop crying." Jane assurres me in a comforting tone.

But even that, I can't be assured. "Seriously, guys, we need to hurry, or Lewis might regain back his cosciousness any minute now." Ethan announces. I throw the gun on the ground, shaking my head of the violent memories.

Fortunately, I manage to move my legs and starts to run along with Jane and Ethan. But I still feel dizzy, light-headed. I'm tired. But I cannot let that get into me. We still need to make it. To make it out of here, complete and alive.

But I can't shake the flashback out of my head. I can't shake the feeling, the horror and everything. My own
family think I'm a maniac.

Tears continued to roll out from my eyes, down my face. I sniffle and cough as Ethan and Jane looks at me worriedly. "Lewis isn't here anymore, stop worrying." Ethan comfortingly says.

But they don't get it. I'm not crying because of Lewis or anything, I'm crying because of what memory I had regained a few minutes ago. I can't stop the tears from pouring out.

My legs feels wobbly and I feel the need to lie down. Absentmindedly, I dropped onto my feet down the floor. Still crying. Still bawling my eyes out. I don't think I can make it.

"Jaylee, what's wrong?" Jane asks sitting in front of me, holding my shoulders. "I...I-I..," but no words came out. It was like my tongue had been pulled down my throat unabling me to say something.

My heart feels trapped with my lungs tight. I don't know exactly what to do. "I think someone's coming, let's go." Ethan whispers, concern and panic covering his eyes.

Jane helps me up as we all run towards the other direction Jane had led us to. "We're so close to the back door." Jane whisper-announced. I feel slightly relieved. I'm just moving along, but my mind is out wandering through the cold hard truth. We stop by a corner, hiding a little from the staffs. Fortunately, they passed without even noticing us.

Then we continued walking along the deserted hall through another hall with poor lighting. "Finally." Ethan whispers, happiness clear in his tone. I look straight where Ethan and Jane's direction are focused, and then at the end of the hall is a door, which I'm assuming leads to the outside of this asylum.

My heart beats fast, not from nervousness anymore but from anticipation. We hurriedly walked towards the door. Jane takes out a small key from her pockets and slid it onto the knob. It opened.

The dark sky greeted us, along with the cool night air touching our faces. for the first time since I've been locked up in here, a very genuine smile spread across my face and hope enveloped me.