Asylum

Part 1

I can't see happiness, but pain. People say they try to help, but why does it bring more pain? Many people say folks like me should be locked away. I can see things that no one can see. Almost like another world. The gruesome world and fate to the fallen. I can't help, but hear their screams in agony or cries for help.

I woke up in my normal locked room and my Irritating collar. The small window below the door opened and a plate of some slop was pushed through. I slowly got up and kneeled down and slurped some of this looking dog food. Over time you'll learn not to be picky. Glance around this empty room and place the plate by the small window. I sat on the mattress on the floor and fiddled with my collar.

As much as I can understand this collar keep tracks on our heartbeats and signal our location. I can hear a woman shouting down the hall. Punishments can be brutal here. But no one cares about us In here our in the world. We'll always be looked down in this society.

I just stared at the wall and wondered what the outside world is like is like now? I was brought here at age 12 only to be locked away for 6 whole years. once your here your never going out. I heard Rumors people take their own lives and lose all of their sanity. I was so deep in thought I didn't realized the door opened. A man in some Blue Coat rudely grabbed my arm and yanked me to my bare feet.

I learn to go with it unless I want a good beating. I listen to my feet tapping on this floor while heading to groups around my age. As soon as we entered the room, the man in the blue coat shoved me in and locked the door. I slowly got to my feet. I walked to the corner of the room and sat on the floor. Over the years you learn It's best not to make friends or even talk at all. Staying out of trouble is what I want. I don't want to go through any type of punishments at all.

I notice a boy walking towards me... Long hair, eye patch and stitches going across his face. Tall, muscular for a teenager. He kneeled In front of me and just stared at me. I watched him for a little while and just turn my gaze on the wall next to me. I'm just assuming he's new here.

"how long have you been here?"

I just looked at him then turn my gaze at my feet.

"my name is Axel. What's yours?"

I just shook my head while still looking at my feet.

"Your really pale and thin. you must have been here for awhile I assume."

This man just doesn't want to go away. I got up and walk to the other corner of the room. I stared at the wall waiting for those quacks to take us to our rooms. Surprising that guy followed me and sat against the wall staring blankly across the room. I just looked away and huddled In the corner. Being alone Is something I'm used to, but this is all new.

I turned at Axel and saw a bloody corpse. I quickly stood up and saw about 15 corpses and leaned my back in the corner and closed my eyes tightly. I gripped my short hair and held my breath. I felt a hand shaking my shoulder. Then they shook harder until I opened my eyes to see things normal and Axel with a confused face...

"Are you ok? why did you acted like that?"

I stared at him for awhile until I pushed his hand away and stayed huddled at the other side corner of the room.