Aslyum

I went to the aslyum today and discussed a few things with the kind Dr. Burton. I've requested that I study one of his patients, try to find out a little more about them. He responded with "My patients are not lab rats Mr. Dodgson, but I suppose you may try to talk to one of my patients..."

I thanked him greatly and he then began to look threw a series of papers, obviously trying to find a patient that would suit my needs. And may I say that he found one, he found one indeed.

"There is a girl here", he had begun, "She suffered a series of hallucinatory episodes when she was but a young child and never recovered from the shock..." He stopped for a moment, as if deep in thought, and then continued sharply. "Since then her condition has worsened no doubt a major factor being the passing of her parents..." He stopped again, rubbed his thick curly mustache and the finished. "Her name is Alice."

I was soon allowed to see Alice. I was tooken down a number of large hallways with doors on each side. It was fairly dirty, with grime and gritt all over the dirt stained walls, bugs and roddents of all sorts crawling across the floor. It disgusted me greatly, I find that a place like this should be cleaner than what I saw. But, from what it seems. Dr. Burton is short on money and has yet to find a willing cleaner to clean for free.

And as I walked down that girtty, grimey hallway, a sound was etched into my ears. A sound that I never wish to hear again inside that horrible asylum. It was etched into my brian and soul and I will never forget it. It was the screaming. The screaming, oh the screaming, it was horrible so horrible. To just hear the pain of those patients screams killed me inside, made me want to help them even more. All those thoughts ran threw my mind as we neared and neared closer and closer to Alice's room.

"Alright, we're here...", Dr. Burton annouced softly, turning to face me, "Now once we enter do not speak loudly, it might frighten her. After a while I shall leave you alone with her, I just want to make sure everything is alright before I leave..." And with that he turned and slipped a key into the door knob, turning it and the handle at the same time. He pulled the key out and pushed the door open, standing back and nodding towards the door. I stepped in and gazed upon the figure that layed, curled up in the bed, wondering just what layed ahead of me...