Asylum (On Hold)

Two

Chapter two~

Let me just say that falling down metal stairs is not fun. Not one bit. With a groan I began lifting myself off the ground, momentarily forgetting about other people being down here. I was reminded quickly when one of the voices spoke out.

"Did you hear that Emily?"

Once I stood up I was able to see the source of the outburst. Two little girls, who looked about ten, stood in a doorway. The one who asked the question had a look of fear in her face. She seemed like the innocent one, her brown hair in pigtails with bows and dressed in all pink. The other little girl, Emily, was quite the opposite. With starkly black hair pulled back in a pony tail, wearing a hoodie with capris.

"It's nothing Janet." Emily replied with and eye roll.

"But I swear I heard something fall down the stairs!" Janet whined an pointed towards the bottom of the staircase.

While all this was going on I just stood and watched. I completely froze when Janet pointed towards the stairwell since it was behind me, but neither of them seemed to notice me. Interesting.

Tiptoeing my way in their direction, I came to a stop between the two and started waving my hands all about. They just continued to argue as if I wasn't there.

"Honestly, give it a rest Janet. Let's just head back to the commons room before the head mistress gets mad." Emily said as she turned and walked out the door.

"Fine." Janet replied with a huff and followed. Except I was in her way and she couldn't see me. But this didn't seem to pose a problem since she appeared to turn into mist and walk right through me, solidifying again once she passed through, running to catch up to Emily.

I'm quite sure I screamed again when that happened. Where they some sort of...ghosts? I truly found that hard to believe, but then again I don't even know where I am, or who I am for that matter. I suddenly came to the conclusion that I had no idea who the hell I was.

My name? My age? Family? Friends? I knew absolutely nothing, as if whoever put me here wiped that part of my memory clean, which they probably did. This is all too much, I just want to get out of here.

I scanned the floor an found the flashlight that flew from my grip on the tumble down. It may not have working batteries but I hope to find some, and if it comes to it, it's a better weapon then none. The flashlight wasn't all that necessary from here on out anyways since it was quite lit up down here, compared to the pitch black on the floor above. With a few quick strides I was at the threshold of the door. The hallway before me was full of cells similar to the one I was in. A plaque on the wall stated these were rooms 100-116.

As I strolled leisurely down the hall I took a wild guess that this place was likely to have formerly been a children's asylum. Every "room", relatively closer to a cell in my opinion, was situated with a single bed, night stand, and wardrobe. Toys were scattered about here and there. What hints at this being an asylum were various straight jackets on the floor of a few rooms, as well as streaks of blood everywhere. And at the end of the hall was a padded room with about 8 different locks and bolts on the door.

There was a small slot on the door where a name card could be put. I stood on my toes to get a better look. Currently occupying the slot was the name Janet Smith.