1 Asylum Sweet Asylum

My mother was a blond, single parent with two kids, both boys and worked in an asylum cleaning the patients rooms after they had a fit, soiled the beds or even harmed themselves. She would often have me and my brother samuel wait in the "Quite room" while her shift was over. It was a small room that had paddings on the walls and floors, and the entire room was white. Samuel and i would pretend to be patients, rolling on the floors, banging our heads against the cushioned walls, screaming "let me out" repeatedly as we sat in a corner acting totally delusional. Our mother at times would catch us and begin laughing historically, as she held our hands and walked us pass the courtyard garden to her car parked near the gate.

one afternoon as we sat waiting for mothers shift to end, samuel had an idea, he thought maybe we could roam about for a bit, and peep into the rooms where they kept the mentally unstable. I strongly disagreed, but after much persuasion, we head off down an unknown hallway and stopped at the first door on our left. From outside we could hear a man talking to what seemed like another person, but as far as we learnt each room was supposed to hold one patient at a time. The talking seized and from behind the door a man mumbled " hello",

Shocked, samuel and i took off without thinking twice. We ran as fast as we could and shut the door behind us, breathing heavily with the palms of our hands on out knees, we slowly stood up straight and began laughing uncontrollably as we watched each other, suddenly, our laughter froze when a third laughter was being heard from under the bead on the room we didn't recognize. My face grew pale, as did samuel's when we locked eyes with the most distorted figure you could conjure up, the monstrosity climbed out from underneath the bed and before us stood a seven foot tall, Jason-like concoction with scars imprinted on his twisted face. samuel couldn't move, i could see him forcing himself to run but he just couldn't, tears rolled down his cheek, past his chin as he turned to look at me , his stiff neck giving trouble to rotate as it should. the monster heavily approached, his far away shadow shrunk as he got nearer, but he grew with every foot step.

I watched him devour my brother head first, throwing his body to the other side of the room as he chewed on his skull like a macadamia nut, while he watched me staring willingly at me, hoping i would run, i didn't, instead i, walked straight past him over to my brothers headless body, picked it up, watched the monster dead in his eyes and left. The same asylum my brother and i played in was the exact asylum that i went mad.

Mother still works here, except she never cleans my cell, she would go as far as to ignore me as she passed my cell door. when i would try screaming her name, instead of helping me, holding me or consoling me at least, she would scream back at me repeating my brothers name over and over again. while i cried and blamed myself she stood outside my door looking directly at me yet so vividly through me.