Inside the Asylum (Book 1)

Chapter 27- Hurry Up

While being happy for Grace and Jack I was also really worried that no-one had been to speak to Max. I also hadn't heard Grace talk about her meeting with them. It had been almost 4 months since Nick died and I wanted someone to be held responsible! Every day I hoped they would come and each night they didn't I felt more and more disheartened.

Grace was still over the moon about her engagement and kept looking at her ring, it was beautiful. She and Jack were lucky.

No matter what or how I tried I couldn't help feeling sad as I knew that soon enough, I would be separated from Max and I would be alone again.

It felt like it had been forever since anyone had spoken about Nick's death and it really bothered me. It felt like no-one cared enough. Like his was just another death. I hated it. It made me really angry.

I hoped and hoped for someone come and speak to Max. I wanted justice for Nick. I wanted justice for all of us. For every single person who had been put through the torture and pain that this place caused. That the 'doctors' and 'nurses' caused. I hoped that once they opened the cause against Nick, they would need to look into the other deaths that had happened while this hellhole has been open. I hoped that the police would make the people that had been in charge pay for what they had done. To lock them up like they did us. To punish them for all the pain and suffering they caused to so many that couldn't do anything to protect themselves.

Max told me that when he was at school, when he was only young, their history teacher told them about when the asylum was an actual hospital. Before they suspected people were crazy and wanted to lock them up. He said that they were told that the place changed. The town changed. People soon started to believe that some of us were sick. That some of us were incurable. That we were freaks. That people like me deserved to be punished That we were deserving of death. Most people believed it. To most we deserved what we got and that was that.

Max said that more and more people were questioning the things they were told. That they were wondering if they were actually true since no-one seemed to come out once they had been led in.

I don't believe it. I know Max would never lie to me, but I can't believe that people would actually think those things.

When we went out the last time Grace told me to cover the branding mark on my wrist with make-up as some people still believe we shouldn't be allowed out. Actually, she has told me to do that every time we have gone out.

Either way, I didn't, and I don't trust the people in here or people on the outside. The only people I trusted were Max, Grace and myself. I wanted to trust people and believe them, but I couldn't. So, when the police said they would talk to Max part of me didn't believe them as much as I wanted to.

However long later...

Grace had come in a few minutes ago. She told Max had to go to a different room. She said that it was something to do with the police wanting to talk to Max. However, they didn't want me 'telling' him things. So, they said we had to be separated for at least 24 hours before they would talk to him.

Once he left, I felt so alone. I felt like I was 16 again. Like I had just arrived.

I knew it would be worth being separated from him. I hope that Max will help them enough that they would be able to press charges against Andrew for what he did to Nick.

But that would only be the beginning I would make sure of it.