ASYLUM
CLASSIFIED AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
WAVERLY HILLS SANATORIUM
1910, August 19
Loki Williams
5'5 Canadian Korean Male
Juvenile, around 15 years old
Black messy hair, Tired pale blue eyes, Pale skin
Diagnosed with Paranoia, Self-Harmful Tendencies, Schizophrenic behaviour
Not to be bothered at lights out, or activity sessions
Known to attack nurses when scared or forlorn
Cool down and activity areas are music, cooking and arts rooms
All known family, executed.
Loki paced around his room,
"459 days, 495 days,"
he'd repeat over and over in his head.
He couldn't remember much, not very much at all, in fact, he could hardly remember his own mother, he only had small foggy memories of the two of them, when he was little that is, playing in parks and watching bits of things in the cinema,"459 days, 459 days. " Loki looked down at his scrawny body, he wasn't allowed a mirror, the doctors told him, it was to protect him. Loki digged in his memory, a mirror shattering, his hands shattering the mirror, his hands picking up the glass, HIS HANDS inching the shard closer and closer to his forearm, tears the size of boulders streaming out of his tired eyes, down his bruised, pale skin, he was scared. He wanted his mother, then he heard them. The walls, they chanted for him, telling him his mother would come for him soon. And the ceiling told him the pain would go away soon. The doctor rushed in, almost as fast as Loki's blood rushed out. And it made him, scared. Why did the doctor's stomach eat the glass..? Loki shook his head closing his fading memories doors giggling, "Silly doctor."
Loki lay in his bed, no kids were allowed to see him, and he was all alone during activity times, well, maybe not all alone, the plants and walls kept him good company. He didn't like the ceiling though, it make him do things to himself that, as nurses say, "NORMAL kids," wouldn't, but they also had pity for him, for they knew his mother was gone, and no matter how many times they told him, he would refuse she was, and completely expel the thought in a few hours. All of a sudden the door opened, a slow creak, and then the slow thumps of shoes against the cold cement floor. Loki spun around, but all he saw was a flash of light, like lightning, he was in the passenger seat of a car, a storm raging outside its metal walls, panic and terror rushed through his body, as the vehicle swerved off the gravel road, and into the steep, rock infested ditch.
Loki gasped, as the door slammed and a doctor picked him up swiftly, foam dripped from the boys mouth, and blood dripped out of his ears, and mouth, third degree burns spotting his arms legs, and as he soon felt, his chest. The car went up in flames.
"460 days, 460 days." Pain and depression, with a longing of love filled him as he slowly faded from consciousness. The walls telling him he would be with his mom soon, and he swept under slumber to the sounds of heart monitors.
Loki Williams
5'5 Canadian Korean Male
Juvenile, around 15 years old
Black messy hair, Tired pale blue eyes, Pale skin
Diagnosed with Acoma, acute brain damage, third degree burns,
460 days under coma, caused by car crash.
Found under 1960' chevy impala which burst into flames
Immediate family
Mother, Mable Williams, pronounced dead May 24, 2017
Loki Williams, pronounced date of death,
1:06 AM August 27, 2018
Slowly, Loki opened his eyes. A blurry figure getting closer and closer, the white, cloudy scene hurting his head, but he slowly came to recognize that small plump figure. It was his mother. Immediately he got up, dizziness rushing to his head as he stumbled over to his mother, and when the reached each other, they latched on, into a large, warm embrace. Tears streaking their pure, healthy faces. Euphoria and love, engulfed his body and rushed into his lungs, as they both slowly faded, both each tear, erasing every ounce of pain they held onto, reaching a peaceful asylum
Mable Williams Sept 8 1987 - May 24 2017
Loki Williams Aug 28 2003 - Aug 27 2018
Forever free at last
