Arrival

Something was wrong.

The man greeted me in my mother's sight, but as soon as we got inside the building, he knocked me over and dragged me across the floor, yelling to the blonde headed receptionist to give him my room keys. He kept dragging me until I eventually fell on my face. I was still too confused to even scream, even to give a little yelp.

What was this place?

Why was he dragging me? Did he think I was insane? Was somehow being physic insane? How could I answer the millions of questions in my brain now? Was this mother's punishment?

After being dragged, the grabbing started, still, with no nerve to scream, I was wrestled all the way to a cold, pitch-black room, no one could hear the man's yelling through the soundless walls now. When we were out of sight, with nobody to see us, I was thrown into darkness.

Darkness.

The door shut behind me. That's when I started to kick and scream, I wanted to get out! It was so dark, I couldn't see corners, It was scary, The air was filthy and I smelled that out instantly. Couldn't I go home! This couldn't be happening!

I fell asleep again.

I didn't know if it took a few hours for me to fall asleep, or minutes, there was no clock or sun I could see, only blackness. If I had my own list of the worst days in my life, today would be one of them. I desperately thought I should have ran away before I left. The thought would have made me happy, if I wasn't trapped in this hellhole, dirty and hated by Mother, who was possibly at home right now, or at Cynthia's funeral. A funeral I could never attend.

Oh no.

The thought of Cynthia's funeral started to spiral into another horrible vision I never wanted to encounter. The hallucination, was a water tank completely filled up with a lid on top, sealed shut. Inside this certain tank was another girl, different from my last dream, and smaller. She was drowning, screaming and pounding on the durable glass when a gunshot came and shot her in the head!!!

" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I was out of the room for sure now! Hung upside down from the ceiling, hands tied up, feet tied up too, below me, a girl of my age staring at me. I screamed again.

" WHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She said this: " What's wrong with you goose? Your in a insane asylum! Shape up!"

"What! Who are you?!"

" Elizabeth Walker, your asylum neighbour!"

"What am I doing up here?"

" They are going to whip you today! It won't hurt so bad though, compared to the other things they'll do to you!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to meet you, they let in here, I'm new too, like you!"

I could hear footsteps, coming to whip me, I guessed. I examined this Elizabeth, Light Brown hair, grey eyes and a deep red mouth. Pretty. She looked about a few inches taller than me, probably a 5'3 compared to my height, which was a tiny 4'9.

That minute, an asylum worker came in with a sharp, metal whip, tapping it in his hand like a professional circus performer, while Elizabeth was pushed-passed to another worker.

" It won't hurt so much." She whispered as she was escorted to another room. Back to her cell. After, the worker finally stopped tapping the whip and lashed it at my back 3 times. Did that hurt? Just as Elizabeth said, not much. I was whiplashed in the head next, which probably went out of Elizabeth's pain scale.

"OOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!"

"Shut up!!!!!!" the worker yelled.

"It hurts!!!"

" Oh please! your just a whiner baby!"

That wasn't so horrible, getting whipped in this asylum was probably the least of my fears, the very bottom of my list of horrors, maybe not even on the list at all. To me this whipping felt like a comedy, with me screaming phrases of "ow" "eeee" and "That Hurts" Overall, I could forget this tomarrow, it was so mild and not a huge deal, maybe I thought wrong last night, was this really a bad place? Whipping never would be awful, even if the whip was solid metal, I've been through worse. Elizabeth could never be right about the phrase "Compared to all the other things they could do to you!" What was worse here than a mild whipping? There was a very good chance this was just a mental hospital, people trying to cure people. Maybe they were trying to whip us into shape first. Either that or I was stupid out of my wits. Then what was that dark room for? Maybe to test how insane we were? Was that the answer to that?

Could it?

I had been in the asylum for a week after that, getting whipped again every morning, eating, thrown back in the room. Like a routine. Luckily, I found an open window there leading to the next cell, that's where I talked to Elizabeth, or Lizzy, as I called her. We would chat for hours on end. Topics on families, hobbies, fun. I told her about Cynthia and her death. And my visions.

"She died?!"

"Yes"

"I'm so sorry! What was she like?"

"Black hair, like me, but with grey blue eyes."

" Hmm, how about what you think of this place?"

" It's okay."

That's when Lizzy started to crack up.

"What's so funny?!"

Lizzy cracked because she thought I was stupid. Her explanation, was how her mother told her that asylums at this time, were supposed to be horrible, dark places. The "dark places" part I got, But I didn't see how bad this place could be.

We talked through the night.

It was morning, and the first thing I thought of was Elizabeth's words, "Dark and horrible" yea right. She had been here for the same time as I had, and did she see anything bad? Nope. She was darn wrong.

Midday was alot better than the past 7 days, no whippings! That was a miracle! and I was actually allowed to go freely outside my cell! With supervisors of course, and me and Elizabeth talked more, now about hobbies. I seemed to forget Cynthia already, my family's problems and my visions. This was one of the happiest days in my life.

After a few hours, we were escorted into a small, tiny room and asked to wait for an hour. They said "Were getting some supplies."Wow, an hour? How long would it take these people to get "supplies?" Talking and talking was my one resort to tuned in.

"How long will it take them to get supplies?"

"You sound like they're retarded."

"Yea."

"But maybe they aren't just getting supplies."

"How would you know that?....

When the hour was finally up, men with wires came in. Wires? What were they going to do with those?

To tie us, whip us, strangle someone?

I quickly found that answer.

Because the moment they saw Elizabeth, a Blonde haired man wrapped her neck with the wire, pounded her against the wall, and started to choke her. Two men behind me grabbed my arms and dragged me out. Through the window I could see the vision I saw, the girl, getting her blood drunk. The men behind me were unaware of this. I was screaming, and punching the bulletproof windows. Inside, Elizabeth didn't even make a sound, she was in a coma, as I guessed. As the men with me pushed me in my cell again, away from Lizzy, away from light, I realized something.

The week here was a masquerade, a fake surrounding. The workers had made it seem to me that this was a mild, normal place, But when the new patients were happy and content, they started to torture them, throw them in a dark, abused life.

And today was the day I found what asylum meant.

It was a place where insane people went. But in my case, it was also a place where people with supernatural powers went. The patients were put to the extremes and hurt. Torturing the patients were a doctor's way of "curing" them. They had killed Elizabeth in front of me and thought that would help me endure the pain.

Wrong.

Elizabeth was my friend, and killing her would mentally hurt me. Now, I felt lost. How could the doctors do this?

The answer: Blindness.