**This is an AU, and I was laying in bed and it literally came to me as I was about to fall asleep. Idk how long it will be, but I know what I want to do with this story. It is inspired by Emilie Autumn's album Fight Like a Girl, and her book The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, and my own expierence with mental health doctors. This is something a bit new for me, so hopefully I do okay, okay. I plan on having pretty much all the majour characters involved, and keep them in character with the context of this story. But, enough of my rambling! Read! I hope you enjoy it, and let me know what you think!**
Insanity is a plague, infecting those who come within its path and have just an inkling of instability in their lives. The ones who suffer from this terrible and deadly disease need to be admitted immediately for help. We do not ensure that the inmate will ever be fully recovered, but we can ensure that the affected will be treated for their disease, and will have some stability in their life that we enforce.
The words echoed on tv screens, radios, on the streets, filling any who heard it with dread and the haunting paranoia of being attacked by one of those infected with such a disease, or worse, the disease itself. Many often never left their homes unless it was for work or a dire need to go to the store for food or new clothing or any other essentials. No one could be trusted anymore, and everyone who feared for their sanity got regular monthly check-ups to make sure they weren't infected with the disease.
Those who lost loved ones to this mad disease now have a gaping wound in their hearts and lives that would never be filled, for their loved ones were now in the Wayward Health Asylum being treated. However, the ones who sent their loved ones away for treatment know that they will never be fully treated, so all they could do was hope that their loved ones would be sane enough to gain visitor privileges.
The Health Asylum sat past the outskirts of Republic City, and just the appearance of the looming building was enough to scare off the sane. Many windows were boarded due to attempted escapes and basic age of the building. Vines from the ground snaked their way up and around the building in run down spots. Looming barren trees stood tall and crooked all around the building. It was as if the building had been pulled from a child's nightmarish All Hallow's Eve. A giant, old, color chipped iron fence wrapped around the lands of the Asylum, an arching gate blocking the entrance and exit of the dirt path leading to the menacing building.
Within the Asylum the conditions seemed must worse in most parts, mainly where the inmates lived. Floors creaked and often splintered as someone walked along them. The wallpaper on the walls peeled in many places, and held old stains from inmates who drew their blood in an attempt to feel something, to end their lives, or simply because they wanted to see blood. The top floor ceiling leaked whenever rain touched the roof. The inmates were often cold in the building, even during Spring and Summer. The rooms where the inmates lived in were nothing but cell bars trapping them in a box.
If anyone on the outside knew the way the inmates were truly treated, knew the conditions of the lost souls living in the Asylum, no one would be sent there to begin with and the inmates would be released.
The inmates were subjected to torture, experiments, humiliation, and sorrow. Their lives were hell since moving into the Asylum. Their spirits were broken day by day, and their hope for seeing the sun during their freedom was quickly extinguished. Cries and screams were heard throughout the Asylum, filling every inmate who heard with grief and dread that the next night, or the night after, they would be the ones to break.
One inmate, however, still didn't lose her hope. She willingly bowed down the doctors in the Asylum, allowing them to treat her like she wasn't a human being. She hardly ever let herself shed tears of self pity. She would not allow herself to be broken by these men who ran the Wayward Health Asylum.
One day, someday soon, she would be free.
The inmate was sitting in her cell, her bony knees drawn to her chest and unshed tears sparkling in her eyes. It would take a lot to break her, and she wouldn't allow that day to come when she was broken and truly bowed down to the doctors.
Sparkling, striking blue eyes looked up at the ceiling, trying to see through the stained ceiling to the Spirits that she believed in so strongly. Even though the Spirits were suppose to protect those who believed in them, this girl knew that the Spirits were putting her through this for a reason.
Whatever the reason was- freeing the inmates, exposing the doctors for what they really were- she would find it out, no matter how long it took her. Once her destiny was shown to her, she would grasp it quickly, and live only to fulfill it.
Korra had always been a determined, strong-willed, and driven girl. Being trapped within a cell, within an Asylum, would not change any of that.
I will fulfill my destiny, and I will do so willingly.