She did not like it here.
For one, the walls were constantly bleeding. As if the asylum's scenery wasn't enough with its dreadful, gloomy walls and its horrific screams, Winter would be the first one to tell you that it gets worse. She had witnessed it her very first time being thrown into these dungeons, into this cage. But earlier along her residence in the asylum, she'd learn to realize that the walls were in fact bleeding.
But no one else saw.
How could no one else see it?
The walls were coated with crimson blood as thick as gold. It crept along the hallways like water flowing from a flood. Winter felt a trickle of blood drop on her shoulder, and she shut her eyes as hard as possible, trying and hoping she wouldn't make a scene. Because she always would. And she'd always get thrown into those yellow walls, or worst, that electric chair. And then he would have to rescue her like a knight would to his princess.
Like an over-affectionate doctor would to a mentally insane person.
For two, the patients weren't... patients. No, this was no home. It was a prison, and they were held prisoners. it was a hellhole here under Levana's thumb. Winter couldn't wrap her head or try to understand how she could endure twenty four hours of the day with hearing their screams, shrieks, hollers, pleadings. Especially the fairly new people who would come to learn that their residence would be more worse than a jail. They were treated below animals because they were different, and Winter would bet a million dollars that a nursing home would treat them better than this psychiatric ward. Winter thought it was absurd how no one else outside these hospital walls that was full of death, harm, and blood could possibly pass this up, could possibly have no idea what's going on inside.
That was another thing; her step-mother, Levana, was in charge of the asylum.
Levana never treated Winter right, and she had always dreamt of having her own asylum to Winter's late father, Evret. Why she wanted one? The world may never know. Winter only knew that her dreams worked out, and how her father was murdered away from the picture. Evret was the one who set Levana back from building an asylum - he didn't agree with whatever reason Levana decided to build it. Eventually, another one of her dreams came true, at least to Winter it did. The dream to see her step-daughter's beautiful face mutilated because of her own petty jealousy of the then thirteen-year-old Winter. Oh, how Winter dreaded the gawks sent her way. She was disgusted at the sly glances and stares some of the men would give her because of her figure. She hated hated hated it. She hated how anything could accentuate her enviable curves, including a hospital dress. Winter also thought that Levana had a desired dream to throw Winter into her concoction and nightmare of an asylum, and the one miraculous chance she got, she took it.
The only thing that made it worthwhile was one of the doctors of the asylum, her best friend, her pitiful crush.
Jacin.
He was always there from day one. Their fathers became best friends in college, and so did they growing up. Over the years, as clichÄ— as it came, Winter started to fall in love with Jacin when she was thirteen and he fifteen. At least she finally could put together the feelings she's always had for him.
But even that was completely tarnished the day Levana decided to inflict harm to her face. To leave her with three faded scars shaped like teardrops right under her right eye. It was wiped away the minute Winter first had her hallucination and started to go crazy and crazier in this asylum. And Winter only felt even more embarrassed at causing her unintentional scenes, being whipped by Levana, the condition of not only her mind, but her abode. While Jacin, on the other hand, had a life. Was perfectly normal. Could possibly start a family. Had a job. Had a degree. Yet, he dropped it all for her. That was the worst part of it all. He threw away his dream for her well-being. While Winter was thankful of him to do so, she was more embarrassed and guilty of herself for him to have done something like that for her. His choice wasn't something best friends were required to do in the handbook. It was simply his choice. She still couldn't believe it, couldn't stand it.
He dropped it all for her.
I know I'm all over the place, and I promise you all that the next chapter of the Rampion Boyz will be up during the weekend, but this was just an idea I had in my head. I have the whole plot line planned out a little bit to continue it as a story, and all the tic characters are the main characters. Not just one couple as the lead and the others secondary, same thing with individual characters. Of course, I won't put my undivided attention to this story until I've fully completed - or halfway completed - the Rampion Boyz. But I think I'll be pushing back The 1960's until February, which is Black History Month. This story will most likely be my second story I'll fully continue. Anyways, what do you guys think? Any feedback would help and would be great! It'd really make my day :). TLC characters in an asylum? Say whatttttt? Please leave any overall reviews and construction criticism! Also, follow and favorite if you like this first chapter so far!
QOTD: who is your favorite girl tic character? Mines is Winter :).
