Asylum

Chapter 2

As soon as I stepped foot into that place, I instantly hated it. First of all it smelt like a hospital and was perfectly clean, too clean for my liking. Second, the staff. I didnt even know them yet and their stares on me made me want to grab them by their shoulders and gyrate "It's not polite to stare!" right into there silly faces. You get the idea though, I hate it.

My sister stepped in not too long after me and let out a huff of breath causing me to smirk. But my smirk faded as one of those nurses started toward us.

"Hi, you must be the patient I was expecting. I'm Clara and I will be your nurse" sha said extending a hand for me to shake, although I did not intend on it. She frowned and retracted her hand, smoothing out her scrubs.

I examined her from head to toe. She was a decent height, light brown hair, with emerald eyes that would be pretty on snyone but her. Her scrubs were a plain blue and her nametag hung crooked on her chest. I made a mental note that crooked nametags are another thing I hate about this place.

Clara had an uneasy look on her face so I decided to take that as to my advantage.

"So what are the death rates here? Ya'know how many people die from the tortures you perform here?" I inquire as I look around the area casually, trying to hide my smirk.

"Excuse me?" Clara asks even more uneasy now.

"Oh, shes just kidding" my sister says punching my arm playfully, though she knows I am not kidding.

"C'mon sis, you said it youself" I said nudging my sisters shoulder, as her eyes grow increasingly in size and she opens her mouth to protest, but fails. Instead mimicking a fish gasping for air.

"I-I would never... Ms.Clara, I honestly don't-"

"Enough, lets just get Autumn settled in and you and I can discuss the terms of why she is here while she is unpacking" Clara said a slight edge rolling off her tongue.

"Come along" Clara said as she led us down to the patients quarters. I trailed behind my sister and Clara, letting them talk about god knows what, probably me.

We passed several rooms, no not rooms, cells. They were fucking jail cells, some with padded walls and some not. I was gonna be caged up like a felonious person. I am no criminal and I certainly do not need a jail cell.

I stood there awkwardly as we stopped and Clara pulled out a series of keys, searching for the one to my room I'm guessing. I examined the doors and realized the doors are all the same, plain white with a little rectangle that was glass I'm assuming.

I looked around the corridor and my eyes landed on a single cell in particular. It was directly across from mine and I could see into the cell perfectly, so I did a little "spying" if you want to say. A guy perhaps a little older than me, sat on a bed with his head in a book. I continued staring when his attention turned to me and he dropped the book. I felt my cheeks heaten at the fact he caught me. I gazed at him for a moment longer then tore my eyes away from him and to my open cell door, waiting for me to enter.

I stepped in hesitantly and Clara told me she would be back in a couple and that I should get settled in. I nodded and the door shut, leaving me in a four wall room.