Asylum | E.D

23

"Do they even want to see me? The daughter they abandoned in the asylum?"

Jaylee

I look at myself infront of the mirror. My eyes has dark circles underneath it, my face too thin. I look pale, I look lifeless.

"Hey," I got startled by Ethan's reflection on the mirror. I turn around to face him as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed.

"Hey," I reply tying my hair up.

"Are you alright?" he asks, looking at me. I contemplated with what would be my answer but I just ended up simply nodding my head.

"Actually," I sigh, looking down at my feet. "I'm not okay. I'm scared." I say, truthfully.

"Scared of what? Coming face to face with them?" He asks, standing up from his seat as he walks near me.

"Jaylee what have you done?!"

Jessica's scream and my mom's voice keeps on playing inside my head. I try so hard to shake it all away, trying so hard to push it at the back of my mind. 

"Jay?" Ethan's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I look at him still trying to push the thoughts out of my mind,

"Nothing... it's just that..." I trail off.

"What?" He asks, his voice softening.

"W-what if they don't want to see me?"

He pointedly stared at me before putting his attention down on the floor."Why would you think that?" He
asks, returning his gaze back to me.

"Because," I exhale, hardly trying to get the words out. "Because I'm a mental patient. They brought me in that asylum and never even once visited me." My voice cracks slightly.

"Jaylee look," He says, placing his hands on both side of my shoulders. "We have no idea what might happen once you see them, but it's worth a try right?" He asks me.

Do they even want to see me? The daughter they abandoned in the asylum?

I didn't even realise that a few tears has already slid their way down my face until Ethan wipes them with his thumb. "Jaylee." His voice is soft."I'm sorry," I apologise shaking my head,

"I just don't know what to think or do anymore." I let the tears falls

"Shh." Ethan cooes, bringing me close to him as he hug me doing his best to comfort me, "It's going to be okay, Jay."  I silently cry into his arms as I let every single thought and confusion consume me. 

-

Printed on the thin sheet of paper are the same headline that was on the television news the other day.

Mental Patients on the Loose.

I wrap my arms around myself. I am wearing a simple shirt, jeans and a black jacket over my shirt. Despite of hiding my identity, I feel really good wearing an actual piece of clothing rather than the asylum jumpsuit.

"I hope they find those two psychos." I overheard the lady standing near me as she and another girl are looking through the newspapers.

"Yes," the other one replies "And what's more sick about it is that a nurse helped them. What kind of thinking is that?" She scoffs.

My tongue is itching to snap at them and tell them that they don't know anything about the story, but before I could even open my mouth to say something, Ethan and Grayson comes into view holding two bags of groceries.

"We need to be careful around here, there could be people around." Ethan whispers, as we round a corner on the street. Both of them are wearing glasses too and a beanie on their heads.

"The people are talking about us," I comment thinking about the two ladies I saw just a few moments ago.

"Don't mind them," Grayson says, his voice tired. I don't blame him, he's been through a lot these past few hours.

We cross the street and turn into another corner now leading Grayson's place. It's a good thing that no one knows where this place is. It's our hiding place, and I hope it stays this way without the asylum staffs ever finding us.

-

"Let me out!" I shout as I bang on the metal door that is locking me up inside this room.

I've been up since earlier, but I don't think anyone hears me because of the other muffled screams coming from the other rooms.

"Get me out of here! I'm innocent!" I scream but to no use.

"Jaylee?" Ethan waves his hands infront of my face.

"S-sorry what?" I ask blinking.

"We can drive to this address, what do you say, tomorrow?" He asks, referring to my parents house. I look at Ethan and he gives me a weak smile. I look down on the address, so we're definitely going to my parent's house now?

"What if they call the police once we get there?" I ask, the question popping in my mind spontaneuosly. The two guys both looked at each other obviously considering the question that never crossed their mind.

'They won't." Grayson answers after a few moments of utter silence.

"Why wouldn't they?" I ask.

"They're still your parents, Jay." Ethan responds. "There's still a chance that they'd be glad to see you." Ethan pats me on the shoulders.

"It'll be alright, okay?"

Honestly, I don't know what alright or okay means anymore. Everytime something seems to be working perfectly fine, another thing would come along and would fuck up the only good thing that's happening.

"Jaylee." Ethan says, taking hold of my hand, "You've already gotten this far. You deserve this, you deserve to see your parents." he smiles softly at me. I thought about the reccuring flashbacks, the confusion still lingering in my mind. Maybe Ethan and Grayson are both right. Maybe, even if I feel nervous and everything about seeing my parents, maybe I deserve to tell them that I'm innocent.

"Okay."