insanity is like an asylum (a kit walker fanfiction)

When I arrived.

Two guards were holding my arms wildly, to make me stop moving.

I was handcuffed. My feet were chained together, and my were hands too.

Since I had left the car, I didn't raise my head, though , I knew everyone was looking at me. In a way I understand them, because I know I would do the same.

After a few minutes, I dared to raise my head.

I saw two or three nuns, a doctor, and a girl, if I'm not mistaken, she was a journalist.

Some of them looked at me angrily.

Many others, disgusted.

And the journalist, was sorry.

Maybe because she knew I was going to spend the rest of my life there, locked.

The way to Briarcliff seemed to me eternal, I was all the while listening  whispers.

I do not know if they came from my head or from people who were watching me.

When I finally walked through the huge door, all I could hear were my feet colliding with the ground, accompanied by the scratching of the squeaky chains.

They took me to a bed, where they finally removed the handcuffs, but then they bound me to the bed.

I opened my eyes a lot, and stared at the ceiling.

Surely the mascara that that day  I dared to put in my face,  had run out completely.

My green eyes watched every crack in the ceiling that had formed by the old of the building.

I sighed and heard as someone approached me.

She was a nun.

She was blonde, and seemed like her  wrinkles had taken her face completely.

Surely he was the boss, I knew it because in the way she had ordered the guards to take me in.

"Hello, my name is Jude" he said, though he seemed friendly, there was something about her that did not convince me at all.

"Why am I here? Let me out, I have not done anything," I swore, while i was trying to get out of bed, which was impossible because I was bound to it.

He furrowed his brow, and ignored me.

He smiled, though I knew she didn't want to.

"Tell me, darling, what's your name?" she asked, I gulped and narrowed my eyes.

"My name is Alessandra, but I do not like my name, you can call me Ale" I said as I felt  how the ropes around my wrists began to sting.

"I do not like  shortening  names" she smiled again, and then she went to untie the ropes around my wrists.

I smiled to myself, I hadn't  had to be lying there longer.

When I was already free, Sister Jude took me to a huge room where there were many patients like me.

The difference was that they did had a disorder.

"Well, dear, these are your family from now on, you better get well with them" she explained, and before I could answer she left.

Everyone looked at me puzzled, some were terrified.

I had done nothing.

I had not killed anyone.

A girl kept her head against the wall, his forehead was bleeding.

A  boy was sitting in an armchair.

He was slighty older than me.

He was beautiful.

The outline of his eyes was really red, almost purple.

Her dark circles were fully visible and I noticed how sad he was.

His mouth was slightly open.

He stared something, he never took off the view of the living room wall.

An unbearable music was sounding all the time.

That melody would make me crazy.

I sat in the chair next to him and looked at the same place as him-

My mouth was opened slightly. Like hims.

And my eyes were really opened.

I turned my head toward the boy, but he did not notice. I began to mourn silently.

The woman was still beating his head against the wall.

And the music was playing again and again.

After ten minutes, I lost control, and got up.

I ran to the exit door, but before I could leave, two guards grabbed me by both arms, as they had done before.

"Please let me out! I have not done anything I swear!" I shouted, while two of them returned me into the living room.

I began to kick and to mourn. I begged, until one of the guards punched me in the eye. I shut up instantly.

I knew everyone was watching me, looking for my reaction.

"Hey, leave it, leave her" someone said behind me. The guards immediately released me, pulling me down.

I raised my head and saw the guy who was sitting next to me before. He smiled sadly. And I did the same.

I got up thanks to his help and they were all looking at us, puzzled.

And the damn song kept ringing.

The song was the only you could hear,

"What the hell are you  looking at?" shouted the boy who had helped me.

They all stopped looking at us and went to their sits.

We went to the same chairs as before and sat down.

"Eh, what's your name?" he asked, and smiled. I liked him.

He made me feel good in that hell.

"My name is Alessandra, but I do not like being called so, I like Ale more" I said as his smile grew.

That made mine appear.

"What's  your name?" I asked, I beheld his beautiful eyes, haggard because of this awful place.

"Kit, Kit Walker" he smiled again and extended his hand to greet me.