Asylum

Chapter 6: WELCOME TO ASYLUM

Cleo

Aunt Silya just drop me off to where the Asylum is with just a little talk to the receptionist about my condition. She left without saying a single word or even goodbye.

I just look at her moving car with sadness and fear. Fear that she will really leave me here alone, can she really do that? Did she really not even consider me as a part of her family? Even once? For 10 years I was with them did they just consider me as a slave and nothing but just that?

Tears slowly roll down on my cheeks but I immediately brush it off. I already know the answers of those question yet I'm still hoping that those answers might change. Just as her car slowly vanishes from my sight so as the hope of her looking back and rescuing me here.

The nurses of the Asylum get out to get me, they usher me inside but I just remain looking at the space in front of me.

I don't know how to react nor what to do now. I feel empty, afraid, sad, and lonely.

A mix of negative emotions that could slowly lead to paranoia.

They talk and talk but I just black out, it feels like I loss all my senses and jut walk without any direction at all.

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"Miss Cleo. Miss Cleo. MISS CLEO! " a faint sound that is getting louder and louder that pull me out of my miserable thoughts and bring me back into reality.

There's a middle age beautiful woman in front of me which I guess the one who called my name.  

You can't even consider her as middle age woman because of here youthful beauty, grace, and posture. But I guess her presence give it away it speaks power and experience of so many years.

I notice that the nurses who lead me here are now gone and now I am left alone with this beautiful woman in a very old fashion room even though we are now in 20's I think it is somewhat medieval.

Wood ceiling and floor, Crystal chandelier, and the sides are covered with paintings and a very particular one pique my interest a dome full of so many Crystal balls that are floating and each one has different pictures in it but I just brush it off. Theres a two large leather sofa side by side, a small table between it and in front of it is the wooden table with a very intricate and elegant carvings in it.

After i study my surroundings my attention is now back to the woman who called my name which is now standing behind the wooden table. I think thats her desk and I'm in her office.

" You space out again deary" she said with a welcoming smile, her voice is just so gentle and warm but still with the hint of power.

" Auh I'm sorry, where am I? And who are you if I may ask?" I ask in confusion

" just sit down first and we will talk, your still standing and I know you are mentally  tired so we will make this quick." She said and pointed one of the sofa that means i should sit there and i follow her guide. My knees are week and shes right I am indeed tired but both mentally and physically. I can't think clearly.

She smiled when I finally sit down and she move to sit on the couch in front of me carrying a tray of tea set and biscuits and put it down in the small table in between.

" tea? And biscuits if you are hungry" she said pouring two cups and give one to me. I just nob gratefully at her but did not touch anything.

" thank you,  but this is an Asylum right? I swear I am not what you think, I am not crazy believe me I am not. You are wasting your efforts if you will take me in just release me please just let me flee" I pleadingly said to her without stoping. I am not crazy, I am not! 

" shh calm down darling just calm down and take a deep breath " she tried to calm me but my mind just overthinks everything. What if she will not believe me? What if i will be stuck here forever even though I am not crazy but still they will consider me as one? What will happen to me? Is there really no hope to live a life I really wanted? Those thoughts are breaking me it giving me headache.

I unconsciously touch my forehead and massage it, to many worries. I think I might go crazy for real.

" Cleo? Cleo darling ok. Ok I know you are not crazy and believe that is not why you are here hmm just here me out and calm down so we can talk properly and I can explain everything to you" i feel that someone is gentle rubbing my shoulders to calm me down.

And i see the woman is now in front of me   smiling warmly as if soothing my worries .

She did not think that I am crazy? That's a relief at-least someone believes in me. But why am I here? Why won't they release me ? This is an Asylum home for crazy people so why on earth would they take me in if they believe that I am not crazy, especially if she believe that I am not crazy? 

I just decided to hear her out. I tried to smile and just nob.

"Let me just introduce my self to you so that you would be more comfortable" she said while walking back and sitting down again on the sofa in front of me.

" I am the head Mistress of the Asylum, Igraine Woodgranger" she said with a mysterious smile.

"Nice to meet you, but Head Mistress? This is an Asylum why would an Asylum have an Head Mistress? Isn't Head Mistresses are the head teacher of a school? " I ask in great confusion, I have a bad feeling about this.

She laugh, literally laugh with open mouth and loud voice then immediately she became serious.

" You are too wise for your own good, well as suspected you are indeed part of that house" she said as if talking to her self and forgot about me.

I look at her in confusion and doubt.

" you are right darling, Head Mistress is indeed a tittle for a school head and this is no ordinary Asylum. This is a School" she drop the bomb.

" Specifically an Academy for special beings, Like you" she continued grinning. She looks too proud for her own good.

Copying her words don't we? 

I just look at her and did not react, i don't know how to react.

School? And for special beings? And I'm like them? For real? Seriously even the Head is crazy. I think this is indeed an Asylum.