Ownership

Chapter 14: gymnopedie

  I woke up to another day in Lovecraft asylum. Its marks the second week I been here. Let me tell you a little bit more  about this place. Remember when I said it looked like a prison, well it seems more like a Victorian style building.  After asking around the facility i figured out why this place was named lovecraft. If you are a H.P Lovecraft fan you would know that Lovecraft himself said the following. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. The hospital was located outside of royalwoods. It's basically in the middle of nowhere. It isn't fully well known in royalwood.For those who have heard about Lovecraft insane asylum,  are to scared to go near it because of the sinister atmosphere. That could be easily explained why this place come off as evil. All the patients admitted are monsters while the staff and doctor  are all humans. It's a beautiful and tragic story of how this came to be. Decades, probably a century ago. A man fell in love with a woman who was a vampire. However his partner was mentally ill which resulted in her commiting suicide by driving a stake through her own heart. Devastated with the lost, the gentlemen vowed to help and treat monsters with mental illness so  nothing like that would happen again. But I digress, I glanced up  at the clock on the wall to see it was seven forty. I had twenty minute before everyone else get up for the morning. I been seeing a very nice doctor. I feel like I'm making progress with her but at an extremely slow pace.
My doctor's name was megan griffin, i found the name funny because it reminded me of meg griffin off of family guy.  Yeah meg griffin, the black sheep of the family. 
I got out of bed,  I made my way over to the window.
The weather didn't look promising. I saw the blue sky was invaded by dark grey clouds. I opened up the window only to be confronted by a gust of cold air. I instantly  closed the window seconds after opening it. I was in disbelief, why in the hell would the wind be chilly like a winter breeze when summer is  just around the corner. I continued staring out into the distance, that's when something caught my eye.
A field, a giant strawberry field. Upon further inspection  I could see the little strawberries hanging from the plants
This reminded me of  the strawberry field i used to go and play in as a child  back in germany.  I would play with my dolls, i would have tea party and picnic with them in the field.  Those were one of the  happiest moments in my childhood. Yet like always,  father had to ruin it.
I lived in  a Victorian style house.  Imagine  the addams family house, it looked just like that. Same design, same structure and same color.  My family and I live in a village twenty miles outside of berlin. I was six years old at the time this happened to me. It was a Saturday  afternoon, I was upstairs in my room playing with my one of dolls. I had several dollys, but my favorite one was addison. Addison had white skin tone, blue eyes and blonde hair. Addison wore a bright blue dress with black shoes.  I had a very active imagination, I would pretend that my dolls would speak to me. My mother thought it was adorable, but my father thought It made me look crazy.  Everytime he would see me playing with addison or any of my other dolls  he would say something like,  shut up or  do i need to send you to a fucking hospital. Dad thought i was supposedly too old to play make believe. Anyways, while having a conversation with addison we were  interrupted by my parents screaming.

"I told you  over and over again bitch. Don't touch my booze." I heard my father scream in anger.

"That's all  you  ever  do you fucking  asshole is  drink or go to the bars ." my mom screamed back. I could  hear the pain and hurt in her voice.

"I dont know why i  ever  fucking  married a  whore like you.  All you  ever  did right, was  boring me a son. That fucking  mistake upstairs should have been aborted!" My father yelled, followed by the sound of the front door being slammed.  I knew at a young age my dad hated me but I didn't know why. I spent most of my childhood to earn his love and respect, however, it was all in vain.