Asylum

Chapter 1

A/N- I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to the books or movies (obviously). I would like to own Oliver Wood though. Okay enough of that. This is one of my first attempts at a serious fan fiction, so please review if you'd like to see this story continued!!! And the song is The Child Is Gone by Fiona Apple.

1- Wakening

Darling, give me your absence tonight
Take the shade from the canvas and leave the white

Oliver Wood felt strange and uncomfortable that morning. Stiff and rigid, he roughly ran his hands over the material beneath him. His eyelids were heavy, but he forced them open, squinting at the blinding light overhead and instantly experienced a migraine. He brought his palm to his forehead and gasped from the pain and sudden confusion. Where was he?

Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside
And don't bother leaving the light on
'Cuz I suddenly feel like a different person

Without taking his hand off of his head, Oliver slowly sat up, his back aching from stiffness, and blinked. His eyes still had to strain from the white brightness of the room. Still blinking, he looked around to find an entirely white room, consisting of a ceiling lamp, a small barred window near the ceiling, and the bed that he was on. Other than those three things, it was entirely empty save for a closed door.

From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion
A vacancy that just did not belong

Oliver slowly dragged his heavy, stiff legs to the side of the bed, and staggeringly, stood up. The cold tile of the floor sent a chill up his feet and into his spine, and he shivered. His mind was whirling with questions. "Where am I? What am I doing here? What the hell is going on?" He looked down at his body, surprised at the blue cotton robe he was wearing. He slowly took another look around the room, and stopped at a black box in the top corner of the room with a blinking red light on it. His pulse quickened and he ran his hand through his hair, increasingly worried. His breath quickened and his headache worsened, and he didn't know what else to do but panic.

The child is gone

Oliver threw himself against the door, pounding on it with his fists, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP!"

He stopped pounding suddenly, and looked down at his arms, covered in deep red scars. He began to sweat, and resisting the urge to cripple over from the headache, he pounded his fists back into the door, screaming for life.

Honey help me out of this mess
I'm a stranger to myself
But don't reach for me, I'm too far away
I don't wanna talk 'cuz there's nothing left to say

The door threw open, pushing Oliver to the floor. Horrified, he watched three men and a woman in matching white suits file in, coming at him in masks and gloves. He backed up as far back from them as he could, trying to swallow himself in the wall.

"What's going on? Where am I?"

"Calm down, boy, you won't feel anything in a few minutes," the woman said unfazed, taking out a clear rod and fiddling with it.

"Huh? No..no, no no."

Oliver stood up, shaking and tried to push himself through the door, but was fiercely pushed back by the men and pinned on the wall. Tears rolled down his face as he pleaded with them.

"Just tell me whats going on"

"It'll all be over soon, honey," the woman said, prepping the needle.

Cuz there's no kind of loving that can make this all right
I'm trying to find a place I belong
And I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion

Oliver thrashed, suddenly angry at all of his unanswered questions and confusion and tried to break free from the men. But they were powerful. A strong hand gripped his forehead and shoved the back of his head into the wall, leaving Oliver staggering and clutching at his head. He fell into a slump against the wall, moaning, as the sharp rod of the needle sunk into the flesh of his scarred arm.

And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion

The men and the woman mumbled to each other as Oliver's sight became disoriented and blurry.

As the darkness turns into the dawn

One more tear fell down his cheek as he slipped into unconsciousness, and he let his hands drop from his head onto the floor.

The child is gone

"Just...just tell me...where..."

Then slowly there was nothing but darkness.

The child is gone.

A/N- Well, what do you think? Let me know if I should continue. All details will be explained later and the plot will unravel in the chapters to come. Hope you liked it so far! ((By the way, if you have any advice with the italics and bolds, it would help me a lot because the quick edit is not liking me very much right now))