Welcome to the insane asylum

The asylum was known for its brutal treatment towards the patients. Patients were normally dressed with chains and put into cells that housed both sexes, and if extreme violence occurred they would be strapped to a bed with a straitjacket.
Some of the patients that arrived at the asylum weren't actually insane, but disobedient. Families would often tell others that their detained family member had died. They would even file an obituary of their very much alive family member.
They used many violent treatments for their illnesses. They would try to grab our attention by talking to us sweetly, but when that didn't work; they would put us in the tranquilizing chair. They affixed leeches, and induced vomiting to rid any poisons from our bodies. They drilled holes in our heads, in order to release the evils from within us. They would try to induce fear through mental or physical discomfort. They would spin us in whirling chairs, until we lost consciousness. This supposedly mixed the content of our brain.
On the inside, it was very prison-like. However, on the outside peaked twelve acres of wilderness. The building itself was quite charming. It was built with lovely brick. Its appearance took almost that of a castle. An ironic setting for what was happening on the inside.

Deep in the building on the 6th floor in room 138 was a girl she was small and frail with long wild brown hair and pale skin and brown almost dead of emotion eyes. The room was clod and wet, there were only two beds in the hole room one for her and one for the male as her bunk roommate.

The girl lay there, motionless, on the bed that was strapped tightly around her arms and legs. At the end of the bed was a clip board-a chart on it read Marry Alice Brandon. Her Birth date, mental statues and a few other things were on the paper clipped to it. The straitjacket that she wore was the closest thing to a hug she had ever gotten in an eternity. She was placed there because she didn't fit the description of what society standards declared "normal." She plaintively stared up at the ceiling, wishing she could go home. This wish was highly impractical, though. The way the white-coated men viewed her was that she was a monster and was to never be let out of the place.
Dante had told her earlier to make a break for it, but that had ended up in disaster. No one else could see Dante, See Marry Alice had schizophrenia and and a few other medical problems, but to her he was really there. He was a friend, someone to talk to in hardships. He gave her comfort.
"I can't believe you talked me into that, Dante." She chuckled at his sarcastic joked. It didn't matter if he was a bad influence; he always knew how to make her laugh. "Okay, okay. I forgive you," she grinned as she looked up at the ceiling.

She was zoning out again when sat in the corner with his knees drawn into his chest his hands linked behind his head Darin her roommate muttered gently to himself, he had been locked away in here for several years and the experiments and the torment was taking there toll.
Usually he was a good looking guy his blonde hair nice and straight and clean was now matted and dirty and his usually sparkling grey eyes were dark and sullen.
Rocking gently he began to repeat what the men in coats said to him "Patient showing signs of deterioration to begin phase 2" he rocked back and forward and began to bang on his knee with his closed fist

Alice flinched as she heard those words muttered, but soon realized nothing was happening. She looked over at the man with the side of her eye, unable to shift her whole head. "...Hi," she said weakly. She continued to stare up at the ceiling, unable to look anywhere else. "I'm Alice and this is Dante," she said with a smile that soon faded. Her straps were especially tight this time and that made her disgruntled. This had happened several times before, but she hadn't remembered it being this uncomfortable; not to say that it was ever comfortable. "What're you doing?" she asked at the rocking, muttering man. She licked the blood from her lip that was a result of the struggle earlier.

Darin's body went taut when he heard the voice, cautiously he looked up at the girl on the bed his left eye narrowed "my names Darin its nice to meet... you two" he said confused he only saw her where was Dante? "I'm telling them what there doing to me and telling them to be quite" his eyes darted from her to the door "I don't like it here" he shut his eyes tight through fear of punishment for his comment. Darin never had any major problems when he first arrived at Hope Asylum but over the first few years things started to appear. The doctors said he was Schizophrenic, Borderline Personality Disorder and and had Tourettes.

She grinned, "Sorry, Dante is hiding right now. He's a little shy around strangers." She continued to ominously stare at the ceiling. The straps felt like two boa constrictors. Alice tried reaching the blood on her cheek, but it was too high for her to reach. She sighed in discontent. "I want to go home," she moaned, "I need to feed my puppy." She wanted to feed her puppy, even though the family dog that she had known and loved had long passed away from all the years she had stayed in the facility. A tear dropped from her eye, knowing she would probably never get out of this place that she would just end up dying, then her family wouldn't feel shame no longer.

Darin stood up shakily and walked over to her, he looked at her through his drawn eyes.
He reached out his hand and wiped the blood away, Alice made a knee jerk motion when he did she didn't even her him get up. "You have a puppy?" he said smiling, "i like puppies they feel nice" She said going to stare at the ceiling once again. he walked to the door and looked out checking for guards or white coats "Um do you want me to let you out of your jacket?" he looked at her with nervous jittery eyes.

Her eyes widened at his offer. "They didn't restrain you?" Her eyes suddenly narrowed as she weakly answered, "...No thank you. I don't want to make them mad at me again." She shivered at the nostalgia. "I-I-I-I don't want to make them mad at me..." she said again stammering then went back to stare at the ceiling; it was the only place she could look. She couldn't look out the door. She couldn't look at his smile. She couldn't see Dante sleeping in the corner. All she could look at was the ceiling. She clenched her teeth tightly with frustration. "I'm going to sleep... Maybe the bad thoughts will go away, then." She slowly shut her eyes, still able to hear Dante in the corner with his snoring.