Asylum | E.D

24

"I don't think they want to see me. They abandoned me for fuck sake. They blamed me for something I didn't do."

Jaylee

"Are you alright, Jaylee?" Grayson asks, as he gives me a quick glance before returning his gaze back on the road.

I force a smile on my lips as I stare outside the window. "I'm fine." I tell him. Ethan is at the backseat, arms crossed over his chest as he chew on a gum. "I'm nervous." I admit, tapping my fingers onto the window.

Ethan looks at me through the rearview mirror inching forward to pat me on the shoulders. "It will be alright, okay?" he assures me.

"I'm pretty sure they wouldn't hurt you." he says. Grayson nods agreeing with Ethan.

I look at them hopeless, no matter what they say, this crazy feeling of anxiousness won't just go away. We pass by an old building with few stalls beside it. There are some people walking on the sidewalk, and I wonder what their lives are.

For sure it's better than what I have.

-

What's happening right now isn't a figment of my imagination. It isn't a flashback of some sort, but right now, at this moment, it's the reality. And I don't know exactly what to feel.

"Is this the right address?" Grayson asks for the fifth time since he pulled the car into a stop.

"I'm going to tell you for the fifth time, Grayson Bailey Dolan. Yes. This is the right address," Ethan answers, handing Grayson the paper where the address is written. "You ready, Jay?" Ethan asks, looking at me. 

I heave out a deep breath before answering, "Yes but no."

The two guys both looked at me with concern. "We're here. No need to be anxious or anything." Ethan tells me.

"I know but," I start. "What would you do if one day, your daughter who has been locked up inside an insane asylum suddenly shows up on your doorstep?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Well, I don't have a daughter," Ethan replies. "But maybe, I'd hug her." he shrugs, looking over at me.

"You wouldn't do that," I contradict.

"Come on, Jay," Ethan holds both of my hands in his. "You have us. Whatever outcome that would happen, Grayson and I are just here. And always will be." he says. I look outside the car window again before taking in a deep breath as I close my eyes opening it after a second.

"Okay, let's do this." 

There is a slight nostalgic feeling that I couldn't quite pinpoint out the moment I stepped out the car. Ethan and Grayson following. I let my feet take me towards the doorstep of the house. I pull my hood over my head, in case anyone sees my face.

Taking one huge breath for the nth time this day, I bring my hands in a closed fist and starts knocking at the door, gently. 

There's no answer. 

I look over at Ethan and Grayson who both stand beside the car just watching me. "Try again once more." Ethan suggests. I return my attention back on the door and again, attempted to knock. 

One..., two..., three... 

Still nothing.

I knock for the third and fourth time receiving the same outcome. Taking a step back, I decide that maybe this is for the best. Maybe, it isn't meant for me to see my parents again after a long time. Just when I am about to completely turn around and head back to the car, the door swings open revealing a lady, maybe in her mid-forties with a shoulder length black hair.