Author's Note: There is so much in the asylum it will take a couple chapters to get through the door!
Let's get this over with….
I love crazy people!
"This is the low maintenance room. These are for patients who are either further in recovery or only had a bout of insanity due to alcohol or drug abuse." With a sweeping gesture he implored the kid's to look around the ward. Everything appeared sanitary yet cheerfully bright. Many of the patient's were lying on white beds reading newspapers and others talked to overly positive therapists. A couple, Lynda noticed, just dazed off into space.
Lynda strutted to one of the cells and tapped on the man's cell. He seemed to be like a corpse. His eyes were glazed and never wavered and dropped jaw seemed as if he was paralyzed with fear. Only the condensation on the glass indicated he was living. "What happened?" she asked the man studying as saliva slowly dripped from his mouth. It made her think of a living fountain.
Feeling a cold hand on her shoulder, Lynda froze, "This is patient 2098 who abused his family and killed the family pet due to alcoholism. In the asylum we have cured his issue; however I am afraid the guilt resulted in his immovable state of shock." He tapped on the glass as if to prove his point.
"Then why is he no longer getting treatment?" Lynda asked clearly confused.
Annoyed Dr. Crane began to remove his glasses, "He is no longer need of our services, he is no longer criminally insane and is therefore no longer a danger to the community." Crane leaned down looking into the patient's glazed hazel eyes, "Isn't that right patient 2098?"
The man looked sharply into Crane's eyes and moving nothing but his lips he began to stutter in a hoarse whisper, "S-scarecrow…"
Crane's eyes narrowed and he quickly placed his hands on the small of Lynda's back, "There are other patient's in this room Miss…"
"Lynda." she replied shortly as she walked away to talk to her beckoning friend. Jonathan clicked his tongue at her rudeness.
The nerve of that girl…
The ass of that girl…
Coughing and placing his glasses on him sauntered over to the group of boy's laughed amused while a patient rambled on about his drug addiction.
Lynda felt like punching that bean pole of a man in the face. Clenching her teeth, she stood next to Alice as she shyly examined a highly alert patient. The woman smiled showing rows of pearl white teeth and cuddled a ragged teddy bear close to her chest. "I was just telling her how I'm about to get out of here. Sarah is my name and I just LOVE fluffy things." she began stroking the careworn bear in compulsion.
"I like fluffy things too." Alice gave a faint smile her red head bobbing up and down in nervous amusement. The woman continued to stroke the bear and her grey eyes fixated on Alice in glee.
"Except, I learned you can't make fluffy things by killing them. Stuffed animals are NOT actual animals." the woman pointed her candy pink nails at Alice like a child attempting to scold a friend. Alice's face grew pale and Lynda began to laugh.
"You find this amusing?" he snapped at the greasy, pimple-faced adolescences. They tensed in anger. "Well just remember, seeing how you are now this will be your future." Laughing slightly at the student's wide-eyes he continued to walk until he reached another pair of double doors. "I think we have seen enough, now let's continue to the basic security ward."
Glaring at the impertinent girl next to her simpering friend he held the door out coldly, "Hurry up I haven't got all day."
I agree Johnny-boy let's get this party started.