Me, Myself, and the Sterile White Walls
The smell of the facility was much like that of a hospital. Or perhaps, more like a morgue? It reeked of antiseptics, cleaning alcohol, and medicines. It was extremely...sterile. The walls glinted and gleamed, reflecting the faces of passerbys. The floors were hard and just as shiny, the cold tap of tiling under your feet when you walked up and down the halls, loud even when you tried to walk softly. Solemnly, like a death march. Which, in some cases, it was. Some patients at the International Golden Repent Facility, Home for the Mentally Insane, never left. Not that they weren't allowed to...it's just that they weren't in their right minds. Most were criminals, filed in for insane murders and other horrific and extremely bizarre crimes. Cannibals, psychopaths, bipolars, stalkers. You name it, from all over the world. This story, however, is about eight very special patients...that none of the staff would ever forget, no matter how long they lived.
Arthur Kirkland was admitted to the GRF when he was 23. He had been sent there by his family, who were extremely worried for his mental stability. He had always claimed to see "fairies" and "unicorns" and other mythical creatures, that simply...weren't really there. He had said he saw these things ever since he was a small child, and as he had reported, was granted with the "Sight". No one believed him. So, he ended up at GRF. He was a bright-eyed young fellow, and seemed genuinely confused when he arrived. Unfortunately, he also claimed he was a former pirate...and that was quite silly, as the staff had recalled. No one would ever imagine that his brother would be admitted as well...crazy runs in the family, huh?
Arthur was quite surprised to see one of the sterile and barred vans pull up out front, holding his brother Peter captive in the back. "Peter?" he was quite shocked. He would never imagine Peter could do anything wrong to get him sent to such a place. "Bloody hell! Let me go, I'm not crazy!" the twelve-year-old boy shrieked, his British accent coming out wicked and bitter. But of course, this is what everyone said who was sent there by force, and just made him seem all the more insane. Arthur was granted permission outside to calm his brother down. "Who sent you here, Peter?" he asked calmly. His voice had been of normal volume, but a year in the facility had made him much more calm and duller. "Bloody Eily and Rory! They're bent on having me committed! Saying I was talking to myself! Talking about 'ow all the bad blood is in us two!" he yelled, trying to bite one of the people holding his arms. Arthur caught his head just in time. "Come now, it isn't all bad here. They'll help you, believe me. I've never felt so tranquil in my life." Peter soon gave in to defeat, and he was dragged into that godforsaken place.