Inside the Asylum (Book 1)

Chapter 2 - Dealing with the Pain

Day after day I sat through the painful torment, they put me through. I had to find a way to get through the long, boring days trapped inside this room. Slowly I got used to the routine of the days here in this prison. They would come in really early in the day giving me a small amount of food, cause me as much pain as they could, then they would leave me for hours without anything to do, then they would come back and they would decide on whatever punishment they saw fit for that specific day. After a few months it became easier in a way, I soon learned how to escape out of my body, making my mind wander as far away from that dreadful place as I could. It helped me numb the pain. It helped to escape the torture. At first trying to escape into my own mind was the most difficult thing I thought I would ever have to do but after a while I was able to do it without any problems. It became second nature.

During the day I could remove myself from my body, but the nights were much harder. No matter what I couldn't escape in my exhausted state. My mind wandered back replaying things from the last few days. On the worst days I would relive that first day.

Sometimes I would just sit in the right-hand side corner at the back of my room, the corner furthest from the door, rocking, back and forth, back and forth. Usually I would stay like that until I passed out from exhaustion. Just to be woken a few hours later by the door lock. The sound I knew so well, that sound won't ever leave me! This was the never-ending cycle. One I could never escape from.

The punishments got worse as the days went on and if those horrid people couldn't think of anything worse than the punishment they were completing they would make the pain last twice as long by repeating the punishments from that day over and over until I was unable to open my eyes.

Darkness....

That's all I could see. Like I had been swallowed by it and I was sinking lower and lower into its grasp.

Cold....

The cold floor was pulling me towards it. My body sticking to the frozen ground. To try to warm up I pulled my arms closer round myself. Trying to protect the tiny flame burning in my stomach. It was so small I might have missed it but this time I didn't and for that I was beyond grateful. That tiny little flame gave me slight warmth all through the night and for a few nights after. That was until it was extinguished.

A Few Days Later

I was sitting there trying to fall asleep when I heard the click of the lock. The same small woman as my first day. What did she want? It hadn't been the normal wait until I saw her again when she came in that night.