Escaping the Looney Bin
Heaven
To think is to remember and to remember is to remorse. Heaven had told herself that often, before she became this way. Don't think and don't feel; you'll be okay and you'll survive. She didn't have to think about those nights when her father would come in her room or when her mother would burn her because her husband was raping her. Heaven never killed her parents; she never had any. The asylum was always her home, but they still treated her as if she were crazy. To them she was patient 4311. She had no name here, just a number. They kept her on the same schedule every day. She woke up at eight to eat breakfast at nine, and then shower at ten. She would have two hours to play until it was time for lunch, and then she would have classes, all one hour each, until dinner. After dinner she was supposed to do her homework for one more hour until she went to sleep. There were no weekends in the asylum either. It was the same thing every day.
She often dreamed of cutting everyone apart. How dare they lock her up when she was only ten years old? How dare they keep her in here for six years? She smiled to herself. She often did what she was told without questioning it or so much as thinking about what they were asking her to do. Other times, she acted totally on impulses that she got. Right now, she had the impulse to kill the nurse that was setting up her lunch.
She didn't have to do much; the nurse had her back to Heaven. She walked up behind the nurse and took her chin in one hand and covered the nurse's forehead with the other and then gave a hard yank at it. The nurse's head twisted sharply to the side and Heaven heard a cracking noise. She smiled and slammed the nurse down against the sink in her cell. The nurse spat up some blood and her body was limp. Heaven pulled the nurse's face up and licked her lips, giggling and wiping the blood away from her own mouth.
After wards, she dropped the body to the floor, bored, and then grabbed the key from the nurse's pocket. She let herself out of her cell and closed the door behind her with a triumphant smile. Escaping was easier than what people thought it to be; all she had to do was change her clothes and walk out the door.