The asylum

"Jack Groves, you have been diagnosed with psychotic Depression. We suggest you spend a little time at the Asylum. They could treat you with modern experiments. If not, it is best for the safety of you and others." I held the letter shaking with my family watching over my shoulder. "Jack, with all the treatments discovered this year, you could be out in no time.." Chocked out my mother. She tried to force back the tears, to stay strong. The problem was, we both knew that those 'modern experiments' where life threatening, and abusive. Lobotomy didn't cure you. It Disfigured you. Made you life-less. And was hard to pull through. A ice pick going through my eyeball up to my brain. Probably Concious. They treat the mentally insane like animals. It was time to pack to reserve a asylum bed. Mother neatly packed my best-wear, and sat at the end of my bed and held her head down. "There's nothing I can do, son." "I know." - Tears fell from her eyes, and she left the room without showing me her true feelings. I took my things and looked around my room one last time. - I knew this would be one last time. I had a friend who went to the asylum. Cindy. She was a nice girl, but a bit of a fruit loop. After that nothing was heard of her. Probably beaten or tested on. I knew the stone cold truth. But the fact is you got to be blunt on life to get through it. I shut my door and stumbled down my stairs. The family where waiting to wave me off. A doctor was waiting for me outside to take me to my death place. I kissed good bye and watched them all cry. I couldn't cry. My eye's where dry and heavy. We arrived outside. The stone walls where filled with lost souls and abused innocence. The first step in the door was the last step by it. They pointed me to a bed and I saw a horrific sight. People tied to beds, talking to themselves. A good thing was my voices in my head wouldn't be heard with the screaming racket behind the barred windows and the abusive docs and nurses. "Sir, sit down before someone experiments on you. You look completely healthy and perfect for a new treatment." Crackled a old ward nurse. I have her a dirty look and placed my bag underneath my bed. It still smelled like home.

Before I knew it, it was my months anniversary in there. I was completely mad and I got kicks of cutting myself with the ice picks on used lobotomist tool trolleys. A nurse had a mirror on her tray and I looked at it. I was pale, and black rimmed eyes, and skinny faced. This was like torture, slow and painful. One day a doctor came around and saw the state I was in. "Perfect. Nurse Fiona, could you get this man into my surgery room in 5 mins?" A feeling of relief came upon me. Bye Body.

I was wheeled in the room, fully conscious, and tied up. I heard them squabble on with their smart talk. I didn't understand. Suddenly I lost all conciousness. About a day later I woke up. My eyes where sharply paining, but I was numb, face down. I was a emotionless zombie. But the voices had gone? "Time to go Jack Groves. Your times up." I was too numb to crack a smile. My mum came in and smiled at me. "I told you the surgery would work." Here I am, still haunted by the trauma. But I am here now writing this. Asylum worked. But not for the people I heard screaming.