Bed, White Walls, All Surfaces Are Padded - 1528 Words

Patient 133 White bed, white walls, all surfaces are padded. I am patient 133 of the Genevieve Oaks Asylum for the Insane. I sit up. I can hear the rain coming down outside. First the pitter patter of small drops hitting the ground, but soon the pouring of water from the roof splashes down, as the intensity of the rain increases. Through the dark I can see my cellmate staring at me with a blank expression. His name is Amon and I’ve known him all my life, even before I was a patient in this asylum. He’s unusually tall, thin, with black hair and very quiet. He is my only friend in this world and my only friend in this dreary asylum. The night comes quickly here, the days are a blur and soon it’s dark. Now the moon has taken the†¦show more content†¦During free time we’re permitted to walk freely in an open room. The doctors often come by during this time to ask questions. Questions about how we’re doing, our mental conditions, etc. They ob serve and analyse us as if we’re lab specimens. With plastic smiles and false friendliness, they talk at us. I never was quite convinced of the genuineness of their smiles. It s always bothered me how stiff and fake it looks, never faltering for an instant, but failing to make you feel any more comfortable. Beyond their facade they conceal something much more sinister, but I can see through them, I know how they really are. For a while I’ve noticed a patient has been missing, the nurses tell me he s sick, Amon tells me they re lying. As the days go by, I notice more patients are missing. At night I wake to the strange sounds more and more, each time feeling the paralysing fear grip me, unable to move from my bed. I know we must leave this place. Those who come back There are those who come back after they go missing, but they are not the same. The patient across from me is not there, his cell is empty. A moment ago the doctors took him away, kicking and screaming. He flailed his torso around and screamed unintelligible words, but it was no use. He could not escape the straightjacket that bound his arms or the guards that urged him forward. This patient had become increasingly violent and aggressive, so the doctors had to do