asylum ☠ ashton

chapter four

Honestly, I thought this asylum was dull and boring but Ashton seemed to make it interesting. He told me alot about the past. He told me who died in here and who was actually cured. He also told me about one of the patients having a relationship. But he never told me specifically about him staying here.

"So like I said, I'm updating the menus!" he smiles. It's probably the seventh time we ate lunch together aswell.

I laugh, "You can't do that."

"Ah, but I have the spirits remember?"

I laugh softly, shaking my head. "I don't get why people are so afraid of you"

"Spirits" he shrugs

"But you actually have no power. Are you like lying to them?"

"Yes because I want this asylum down right....away..."

"Why?"

"I told you" he groans "This asylum isn't doing any good so I'm trying to help."

"Why are you helping? Why do you care?"

He sighs, "My family... was the perfect family. The ones who would have family time. The ones who are like best friends. It was great."

"What happened?"

"When I was 7, I don't know how... I mean we were a perfect family. My parents fought. We stopped having those picnics. The only person I got to talk to was my sister. She was 3 years older than me. She was worried aswell. Every Sunday, we would have fake picnics in her room. Just me and her. Later on it turned out my mom was going 'crazy' if that's what my dad said. She's been talking to herself and no one actually. It's like she had an imaginary friend y'know?"

I nodded, asking him to continue

"My grandmother told me to never lose her. But things got shitty. My dad gave up and brought me and my sister to our aunt. At first, I saw some scary big haunted house. It was the asylum. Her sisters were all there. I thought 'hey, it's not so bad, the more the merrier' But I was wrong. We didn't live in the asylum actually. We lived in one of their houses. Then I got bullied alot and shit. My sister was 'too old for me" then she was 13 when I was just 10. She stopped talking to me and I felt so alone"

I looked to him straight in his eyes. He really looked miserable.

"I-I don't know.. I should stop. Why am I even telling you this? Ugh.

"No no it's okay.I'm listening" i smile

"Well.. my sister was one of thise popular kids while I wasn't. I had issues-I'm not gonna tell you what happened. But, I was too much like my mother. They brought me in the asylum. And people praised me for I was like one of the sons of the daughters or the people who rule this place. I hated it here! I was so mad and it was good enough to give them a bad impression about me." he sighs "I wanted to bring this asylum down. I maybe 'crazy' but I found out who the real damn crazy people are."

"So why won't you escape aswell?"

"Honey, there's no way I would. Can't you see? I thought you were listening." he huffs

"Well I was! I was just asking. You didn't detail it so much."

"After I opened up to you? Dammit Sierra you're just like Michael."

"Who's Michael?"

"Wha- uhm.. no one just a former patient blah blah"

"Is there something wrong? I don't like you getting bothered"

"Oh why do you care?"

"I was asking the same thing"

He sighs, "Fine. But you owe me for all these stories."

"How?"

"I'll think about it."

"Well then go on"

"Okay so Michael was as crazy as I am-I'm not gonna tell you what's wrong with us"

"I wasn't gonna ask" i raise my hands in defense

"I've known him since I came here actually. We were best friends. He understood me and I understood him. I opened up to him ! Alot ! And he left me ! Just like my sister!"

"Was there a reason?" i ask

"Candice" his voice was more serious "It was all her fault!"

"Who's candice?"

"She took Michael because he was a freak! Now he's in some freak show shit. He's not a freak!"

I don't know what to say shit. Say something.

"I feel sorry for you... is there anything I could do?"

He nods, "Once I bring this asylum down. We're going to bring the freak show down."