Humanity

Match

 The rotting hallway unpleasantly greeted the scampering rats as they weaved through the old metal, rough clanking of boots echoed off the graffiti ridden walls. Cables and wires hung from the crumbling ceiling throughout the abandoned building. An old fading sign hung loosely; dark words embedded into the wood read: Royal Derwent Hospital. A young woman continued down the unkept hallway, chestnut brown hair swaying in delicate waves. 

Aged signs adorned the grimy walls as smoke drifted from a room to the left. Old colorless pillars stood in the middle of the falling apart room that welcomed the adventuring girl. Water dripped into collecting puddles on the ground, the roof nearly non-existent. The sign read: 164. Curious paddock green eyes fearful yet adventure hungry stared at the dying ember of a lit match. Nearly out, the match flickered towards rusted metal chains and an old withered away string of leather. Small windows barely an eye width apart engrossed the minimal light emitted into the small confining room. The faint light illuminating a chair against the back wall, half chewed cables flowing onto the floor near a power point.

Whistling and screams ringed in the young girls' ears, shaking her to the core. Closing her eyes and clutching her head she yelled,

"Go away!"

The gross grimy, disease infested walls were gone as the girl opened her eyes. People ran and things clattered as if nothing had changed. Screams of the tortured hung in the air escaping the thin walls. The walls were all new but dirty, and the atmosphere felt different. The haunting of the screaming dead gone. With a last look at the mangy bed and the number etched into her arm that she woke up with, 1598, she ran. People glanced as the girl reached the guest lounge and found the date of the newspaper: March 22, 1828.

"Young lady. What are you doing out of our room?" a kind, haggard looking lady asked, roughly grabbing the beginning to bruise arm and dragging the poor girl back the way she came. The startled eyes of the girl darted around; the screams of the asylum echoed as well as the banging of doors. Screams from the entrance announced the new falsely accused women, the cracking of a whip at the merciful pleas.

"My, my Elizabeth. what are you doing out?" A second nurse shook her head, pulling her back into the room; 1598.

I yelled my body shaking, "Who are you all? I'm not supposed to be here!"

"Nonsense." She huffed, pushing Elizabeth into an uncomfortable metal, rickety bed, "See, you can't remember. You're not fit to be in public miss."

With the shutting of the door, the two nurses left the dull pale room. It smelled faintly of sweat and scratches adorned the walls. Shrieking and yelling came from the young women,

"Get me out of here!" over and over again she screamed, her voice raw. Pulling at her hair, droplets of blood dripped down her red stained hands. Elizabeth ran, her shoulder ramming into the hard-wooden door. The sound of a crack filling up the empty silence, followed by the noises of the newcomers walking past and to...

Falling back onto the lumpy metallic smelling bed, her eyes closed. The noises faded away. The clanking of metal the only noise as she twisted and turned, the screams leaving the world.

Grime and cracked, the falling apart ceiling greeted Elizabeth once again. Damp clothes stuck to her, the puddle below mixing with blood dripping from her head. Droplets of water fell onto her forehead as she continued to stare upwards as if it were all in slow motion. The silence was broken from the ear-shattering scream of Elizabeth. Crawling away, the girls frightened eyes had a weird spark.

"Go away." She whispered calmly, almost laughing hysterically. Smiling she walked over to the wall leaning against it, the life leaving her eyes. Collapsing back into the diluted bloody water she banged her head against the floor. Placing her fingertips near the back of her head she started to write on the floor;

You don't know hell until you've been here :)

Laughing the smile adorning Elizabeth's face continued to grow, the tears flowed down her dirt covered cheeks, with a last scream she yelled,

"GO AWAY!"