Inside the Asylum (Book 1)

Chapter 25 - We can't what?!

Max and I sat speaking about what had happened the other day, still laughing at the fact I had giving Andrew a black eye. No-one has visited us since my outburst. Well apart from the food lady.

We have been discussing a way for us to make a memorial for Nick and all of the other patients that have died because of the torture that happens here. We couldn't decide as we weren't sure what would be best, but we wanted it to be both beautiful and special, like all of the people who had lost their lives here.

The door opens and Grace enters looking sad.

"Grace are you okay?" Max asks as he notices her sad look. Grace looks at me then at the floor.

"They have decided that you are too unstable. Meaning that they think that if they were to talk to and question you, they would get no logic. Making it a waste of their time." She takes a breath. "They have decided that Max can't talk to the police either." I feel my heart sink.

"What? Why not?" I say angrily.

"Because he stays in the same room as you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could they do this? We were the only people that knew the truth about Nick's death and now Andrew and his guards are trying to stop the police from finding out about what happened.

They are trying to get away with murder.

I look at Grace, my mind going a mile a minute, trying to figure out how we could sort this problem.

"What if you spoke to them? What if you could convince them to talk to us? You could tell them that we were the only two who say what happened to Nick before he died." Grace looks at me clearly thinking it over. I look at Max who looks hopeful.

"Okay. I will do it. I will try my best and hopefully thy will agree to talk to you. I have to go now but I will let you know once I have spoken to them and everything." She leaves and all we can do is wait.

"Max. Can I ask you something?" He nods.

"Do you think I did the right thing?" Max laughs.

"Yes. First of all, Andrew deserves for us to tell them the truth. All of the pain he caused. Also, they need to look into the deaths of the other people who have died here now because they can't only look into one and leave the rest." I shook my head.

"No, I meant asking Grace to talk to police to convince them to talk to us." He looks at me perplexed.

"If I am honest, I would have done it if you hadn't. I think that we need to find a way to get them to listen to you and to us." He smiles.

"Hopefully they listen to Grace." I say leaning my head back onto the padded wall.

A long-time later Grace walks in. I couldn't read her facial expression which caused me to panic slightly. I look at Max hoping he might know but he looks as lost as I feel. Grace sits in front of us.

"Okay. So, I spoke to one police officer who said that I will be able to tell them what I know in a few weeks. I also have some good news, but I also have some bad." She says clearly looking for the right words to say next. "They also said that they would talk to Max Which is great as he can tell them what really happened. However, they still won't talk to you H. They are unsure if you are sane enough for them to talk to you. I'm sorry." I look at Max who looks a mixture of angry and upset.

"I can't talk to them! They should be talking to H not me. She has been here longer and knows what has happened to not only herself but also to other people that she knew."

"Max don't be silly! You were there. You know what happened. You can tell them. For Nick and for me. Please!" I beg him. He looks guilty, like he shouldn't be the one who does this, but I knew we had a better chance of getting them to listen if he spoke to them. I knew he would state the facts and make sure they knew the truth of what happened. After a while to think he reluctantly agrees muttering about how they should be talking to me instead.

"Thank you!" I practically scream happy that he agreed.

A few days pass and no-one has been in to talk to Max about what happened. I was starting to worry that they had changed their minds or had forgotten about it.

I needed a distraction, and lucky for me that's what I got. Grace comes in smiling happily.

"Hi." She says as she dances her way over to us.

"Hi." I laugh. "Are you okay? You seem far too happy as you are working. What is it that has you so happy?" She doesn't answer, instead she giggles. She has never giggled ever. Max looks at me confused. I shrug not knowing what had made her like this. She continues to dance around the room, as if we weren't there. As if she was on a cloud.

That's when I see something.