Inside the Asylum (Book 1)

Chapter 22 - Things can get Worse

It has been weeks. The three of us, Nick, Max and myself have been here, in this hell, for weeks. I only know that as I have been able to see the sun rise and set every day. Each day Andrew has tortured one of us. Max and Nick have been tortured the most, but I realised quickly that Andrew was torturing them as a way of torturing me. He knows that I really care for them both so by torturing them it hurts me.

 The Next Day

It was quite early and luckily no-one had come to 'check' on us yet. Although part of me wished they would as Nick looks very pale. Poor Nick. Actually, looking him, he looked very pale and his lips were blue. He looks like he might pass out! I try to get Max's attention, but I realise that he is trying to sleep so leave him.

The door of the chamber opens and in walks Andrew and a few guards. They unchain Nick who wobbles on his feet.

"Please don't hurt him. Please he could die!" I plead. They drag him out of the room and out of view. No! "Where are you taking him?" Andrew at me and my heart sinks. Please Nick be strong!

I look at Max who looks like he is going to be sick. He looks like he is going to be sick. He looks at me his eyes sad like he knew something I didn't and that worried me. Andrew doesn't even look at me as he leaves. As the door clicks locked, I couldn't help but cry. Nick looked so fragile as they took him away, like they could break him. I knew he was stronger than he looked but I couldn't help feeling worried about him.

Days pass so slowly here. Today after they took Nick out, they came back and they took Max. I feel alone and if I am honest, I felt a bit panicked since they were taken. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know where they were, and it made me worry even more. Why did Andrew do this? Why must he hurt Nick this way?

I sat for hours alone. All I could think was how I had been in this same position so many times before. I needed to prove to these people I was sane. I needed to get out of here.

The door opens again and in walks Andrew. Oh god! What did he want now? He walks over and unchains me. All I can think is that he is going to kill me. Or at least he will try. He pulls me towards the chair. It isn't on so when I sit, I expect the buzzing to start. It doesn't I watch him. What is going on? Why were we sitting here?

We sat there awkwardly for the longest time. Andrew finally speaks up.

"I have something to tell you." He looks down looking somewhat distraught. I feel my stomach sink. "It's Nick." My stomach ties in knots and I feel sick.

"Tell me you are messing with me! Tell me this is not happening." I shout at him.

"You don't even know what I am going to say." I give him a flat stare. He looks lost, as if he doesn't know what to say. What has happened to Nick? I had a few theories, but I wanted him to tell me that I was wrong. All I knew was that it couldn't be good.

We sat for a while and he couldn't find the words.

"Will you just tell me? God, I need to know! He is my family as you once were." He looks down ashamed.

"He's not well. He has hypothermia." He takes a breath then he continues. "He is in the hospital in town, but they said that he could die." He breaks down. I couldn't help but cry either. What would I have done without him? There had to be a way that I could help him. Poor Nick!