asylum lane au (m.c)

2.

My palms started getting sweaty and I tried to calm myself. I really tried. I told myself that I'll be okay and everything's going to be fine. Basically everything a parent tells their child before going on some kiddie ride. Only this wasn't a kiddie ride. It was mentally disabled people out for people to view. A mental people zoo. We were with a group of people and a lady who was in a cheesy nurse outfit with a mircrophone walkie talkie thingy.

"Hello everyone! I am Kiana and I will be your tour guide today. I am obligating to warn you once again before we enter. The sight you're about to see cannot be seen anywhere else. Those who are sensitive to disturbing content should rethink about entering," She said in a way too perky voice. We're about to see some scary shit, why is she excited? A few people who looked like they were going to pass out with fear quickly exited, "Okay, now that's all said and done. Follow me if you still want to enter the world famous, Asylum Lane."

A huge gate opened up with a loud creak which made me cringe. Kiana walked inside the gate and we all followed her. I had to force my feet to move, I have no idea why I'm so scared because we haven't even entered an actual asylum. Kiana rambled on and on about which asylum is which and what order we will began viewing them. I wasn't really paying attention until we entered the first institute.

"This is the first and newest asylum to this attraction. It goes by the name, Hope Alley. The people that are presented in the institutes are people whose families gave up on them or abandoned them."
Her words gave me chills. How could anyone just abandon a family member? We walked down a long hallway then we finally got to the 'entertainment'. People who seemed insane locked up in tight glass boxes. The first that I saw was a boy who seemed about the same age as me which was sad. I stepped closer to the glass so I could read the sign that was placed in front of his glass box.

Luke Hemmings, 18
Amnestic disorder

I looked up at him and my heart ached as he looked at all of us with a scared, confused look. The sign said some information about the disorder, but I only got to read a bit of it because my mom was rushing me to keep walking. His disorder was constant amnesia which means he probably doesn't even remember he's in this hell hole. I glanced at him and we locked eyes. He tilted his head with a puzzled way. He gave me a innocent smile along with a nervous wave. I thought it was quite adorable even though he was in a mental hospital. I gave him a hesitant smile back and was about to raise my hand to wave back, but was rudely interrupted by my mother. She grabbed my arm and started dragging me down the hall.

"Stop associating with the freaks. They are dangerous." She said with a stern voice. I rolled my eyes and pulled my arm out of her grasp. The guy seemed perfectly harmless, but my mom saw everyone here as Hannibal Lecter. We kept looking at all the people and I had to admit that some of them freaked me out a bit. Some of them wouldn't stop screeching and some even banged at the glass. There was one girl named Cynthia that had both of her arms cut off and kept hitting her head on the padded floor while laughing like maniac. Kiana explained that she wouldn't stop scratching at the glass so they just chopped her arms off like it was nothing.

These people did not mess around. A boy had his teeth yanked out one by one because he kept biting things and sometimes people. I looked at evey sign with hurt eyes because so many people and so many disorders they have to deal with.

Claustrophobia
Dysthymia
Oneirophrenia

and many more from where that came from. We stopped in front of another boy who was maybe a few years older than me. He had tears in his eyes and his ears were covered by his very large hands. He occasionally hit his head with his fist and whispered something inaudible to himself. His sign read Misophonia. It's pretty much a hatred of loud noises. This must be so hard for him due to all the screaming from his hospital mates and the sick laughter from small brained people. The sign also said his name was Ashton. Ashton had his eyes clenched shut and started tugging at his long somewhat curly locks. I wanted to stop all noises just for him and it made me upset that I couldn't.

This place wasn't as scary as people made it out to be. It was honestly depressing. Yes, it had the occasional screaming or crazy person that frightened people, but to see all these sad kids paraded out like this is horrible. The next case down was a man who wouldn't stop grinning so widely at all of us. He was in a stray jacket, shouting odd slurs then laughed loudly at his words. He looked at me as I stared at me.

"Hey princess, are you into knife play?" He shouted at me with a evil smirk across his thin lips, "Gorgeous eyes you have there. If only I could have them, along with those tiny fingers. You into that, baby girl?" He growled at me then started laughing again. I quickly started walking away with a feeling that was fear and embarrassment into one. A loud bang was heard caused by the box next to the scary man.

"Stop being a creepy shit, Will," A voice said. The voice was kind of deep with a hint of Australian. I finally looked up to see who was talking. I was soon met with a sight that was breathtaking. It was another young boy who was very attractive. Beautiful to me with his dark hair and green eyes. I bit my lip when his head turned towards me. I turned my eyes to his sign to see what was wrong with this gorgeous boy and his name as well:

Michael Clifford, 18
Anger Management Disorder
Bipolar Disorder

I stayed at his box for a little while just acting like I was reading his sign, but in reality I was staring at him. I guess the tour guide and my family forgot about me because I was left alone in the hall since they already traveled to another one. I honestly didn't care because I was filled with curiosity because of this boy.

"You should start catching up with them," He spoke out to me, probably annoyed with my stares, "It's not safe to be left alone with a room filled with freaks," His voice was kept to a whisper because they were security cameras everywhere along with hidden security guards ready to pounce at any given moment.

"Y-you don't seem like a freak."

He gave me a smirk along with a chuckle once I finally my voice.

"What's your name?"

"Clarity."

"Well Clarity, here's some advice," He stood up and moved closer to the glass to face me. He eyed me up and down and I started to blush. It didn't seem like he was checking me out more like examining me, but I still blushed at that. He smirked again once he was aware of my blush, "Don't judge a book by its cover, darling. You shouldn't stay around long."

"And why is that?" I said with a raised eyebrow.

"Because once insanity bites you, it stays with you forever."