After I read the story Prince by LunarSinner
I feel inlove with it(especially the Prince nickname for some reason lol) and for weeks so many ideas popped into my head about the story and so I decided to write them out just for myself but I ended up loving it so much that I decided to post it.
I waited two months trying to get a hold of the original Author but I do not think she uses this account anymore...
I give all credit for the idea of this story to LunarSinner your piece inspired me!
The steel doors slammed behind me, and that was it, I was locked in. I knew that I was probably never going to walk through those doors again. As far these people were concerned, I was insane and just a risk to society.
Of course that wasn't true, but I did not have the will to fight it.. not anymore. I've lost everything I ever cared about in my life, so why even try?
I clutched my new clothes to my chest as two nurses held my arms, while a doctor walked ahead of us with a clipboard in his hands, they escorted me through the long empty hallways of the asylum, every turn leading to another stretch of stale white walls, and rows of doors. Some of these doors were locked shut, others left open exposing the people society deemed to unstable to live freely any longer.
I was one of these people now. I've been deemed unstable, and must now be locked away, and forgotten by the outside world.
I chuckled ironically at the thought, I had the prime of my life ahead of me, all planned and well prepared for, and in the blink of an eye, one awful night stole that all from me. All that hard work for my future, for this outcome.
One of the nurses let go of my arm, and unlocked the door to the barren shell of a room, that was now mine. She walked inside, and finished a last minute clean up. I casually glanced around most of the other doors around mine were closed, not to my surprise.
The walls were so empty it made me feel sick, than I realized the room across from me was open. I could see clearly inside the small room, it looked empty and dark. Where was the patient? 'Oh shit' I jumped a bit as I realized that the patient was right there staring at me.
The patient was leaning up against the back wall of the room,, clearly male, arm's crossed over his chest, and he seemed very well built, but kind of short. He had dark hair that stood up at least a foot above his head, the dark mane reminded me of flames the way it spiked up. But it was his black, mysterious eyes which kept my gaze, they stared back at me, empty but at the same time full of intensity and so many other things I could not describe.
"Miss Briefs? Excuse me..?"
My incredible staring contest with the mysterious patient was broken as I heard the doctor calling my name, I just turned to face him. I would not speak to him.
Not to anyone.
"Alright, I need you to tell me if I got anything wrong. Your name is Bulma Briefs, female, 17 years old, no close relatives.. Any longer." he corrected himself with a hint of disgust in his voice.
I only nodded in response.
"Thank you. This are your new corridor, the showers are a few doors down, they are gender split. And the commons for this section is down the hallway on your left, that's where you will have your meals, and if you wish to, spend the middle of your days either enjoying our library, television, or maybe spend sometime in the courtyard with other patients." he paused, and gestured me into the freshly cleaned room.
"We try to keep you as comfortable as possible here, and to do so I must remind you not to rile up any other patients or you will have to be kept in your room a majority of the day and night. Also to help ensure there are no confrontations we have a guard assigned to each hall, your guards name is Neil, he can provide you with any immediate needs, and Sundays rooms are inspected and cleaned by Mr. Harkins." he paused again as the suit case of the few personal belongs I was aloud to bring, was rolled in by a nurse.
"Lastly you are aloud to mildly decorate your room, but I must ask you to keep it simple and as in offensive as possible. I will leave you to settle in. I'm going to lock the door for now but soon Neil should come introduce himself and give you a tour of your hall. Good after noon." and with that the Doctor, who had yet to introduce himself shut my door, and locked me inside my cold, unwelcoming new room.
I sat on my new bed, at least it was kind of soft. But even with surprising comfort of the bed I still felt cold and empty inside. I haven't been truly alone for the last two weeks, and with my new found isolation I finally broke down.
The tears that swelled in my eyes blinded me, as I fell sideways down on my bed. I grasped the sheets, buried my head into the pillow, and just sobbed. I needed to let this out, release this built up anguish, and lose trapped inside my chest.
Eventually I fell asleep, exhausted from my emotional burst. It was nice to get some sleep without the built up wall of emotion fighting to be freed, I was far from happy, but letting out the tears helped a bit with the constant pain I felt.