asylum lane au (m.c)

1.

Seven hours. Seven fucking hours just to see some lunatic attraction. It was my brother's 14th birthday and this is what he wanted out of all the things in the world. I turned my head to see him eagerly watching the window probably praying that the car would speed up,

"Are we there yet?" He asked for the billionth time. 

"We still got a half an hour left, bud," My father replied, glancing back at him through the rear view mirror. His eyes land on me and he frowns at my bored expression, "Why the long face, Claire?" 

"Why the stupid, long trip?" 

"It's not stupid!" Kurt quickly said with an offended tone. I just rolled my eyes and was glad everyone stopped giving me attention. Why would a fourteen year old want to see some creepy asylum attraction? Most boys his age want gaming consoles or naked girl posters, but not Kurt oh no. He wouldn't stop begging our parents to take him to Asylum Lane. 

Asylum Lane is located in Cape Charles, Virginia, a tiny down with barely a thousand residents. Anyway, there's this one long street that seems never ending and it has about twenty two different asylums just on that one godforsaken road. Tons of mentally messed up humans on display so everyone can mock and laugh. The thought of it just sickens me. They go there to get help not be tormented by the public. Yeah, of course I feel bad for them, but they do still freak me out. I saw some video clips online and just the way they scream and tremble just scares me. 

I don't understand why I have to go in the first place. My mom said its a good way to bond like a family road trip. How is going to look at a bunch of crazy people family oriented? I saw a bright blue sign that read out in bold letters,

Welcome to Cape Charles! Home of Asylum Lane. 

I let out a quiet groan of distraught. I wanted to go home not to some freak show.

***

I cursed to myself as my phone died and threw it on the car floor. I know I was being a little bit over dramatic, but it was my only source of happiness of this dumb trip.

"We're here!!" Kurt screeched as Dad parked the car in a close spot near the entrance. Kurt was smiling so wide that I was afraid his face might split in half, "Wake up, Clarity!" He jabbed his finger into my side.

"Ow! I'm awake jackass!" 

"Hey, watch your language, young lady," my mom said to me with a stern look as she unbuckled her seat belt. I decided to just nod instead of doing another bitchy thing. We all unbuckled and got out of the car and of course Kurt was the first one to jump out of the car eagerly.

"Hurry up, slow pokes!" 

We all started walking up to the entrance like a "big happy family". More like an anxious mother, a strange excited boy, a annoyed tired girl, and a doesn't give a fuck father. At the entrance there was a booth with a medium size line because we were a bit early so we could get tickets quickly. All of the sudden there was a high pitch squeal of terror that erupted from the inside. I jumped slightly at the noise and bit my lip with some fear flowing through me. My father obviously saw that I had jitters because he gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder to snap me back into reality and out of a fearful fantasy. 

"Next," The lady at the booth gave us a signal that it was our turn to get our tickets. I started to tremble once I saw a a big sign next to the booth covered in a bunch of warnings and bewares. 

Do not go in if you are not stable mentally and physically.

Do not go in if you're pregnant.

Do not go in if you are prone to heart attacks or seizures.

We are not responsible for any mental or physical damage. 

I stopped reading after that one. The scary thing was there were a lot more after that one. Another scary thing was that we all had to sign some waiver so we can't take legal action against them if one of us becomes fucked up. 

One more scary thing was that the gates opened and we were walking into what could possible be my personal hell.