Asylum
002. faint.
HIS POV
As she exhaled, I could hear a small tremble release with each breath she took – she sounded pitiful, like an angel yet unholy. Her body was limp as they carried her out of the room she’d been forced to stay in and across to the makeshift operating table which had been built in the middle of the cellar – a line of black, closed doors lining the walls on either side.
With her head to one side, her eyes fleetingly glazed over in a hollow manner as a single tear drop rolled down her left cheek. She opened her mouth with an attempt to speak or scream yet her eyes shut tightly as the small branding iron was picked up from a bucket of hot coals on the floor aside the operating table – the iron numbers pressed into her shoulder once the shirt she wore was forced up her arm.
One tear soon enough became two, which soon became four, then six and eight and instead of taking trembling breaths she violently gasped for all the air she could, shaking and fighting as men held her down; a quick wash of vinegar splashed over her newly branded subject number before everyone let go.
She rolled over and fell to the floor – crawling on all fours before she stopped to let her fingers gently touch at the tender sore she’d wear from now on. Catching a glimpse of her eyes, I noticed they slowly became the color of a vibrant yet unpleasant burning sunset.
She needed help but I wasn’t to be the one to save her.
KATHERINE’S POV
The moment I was thrown back into the white room I’d woken up in, a blood curling scream rushed up my throat and I began screaming uncontrollably. Tears swelled in the corners of my eyes yet for some strange reason didn’t seem to want to fall. Crashing onto the bed, I tore the pillow case in half using my nails and teeth and tightly knotted a bandage around my branding – something humiliating I’d either die with or get out alive with and have to conceal from the rest of the world.
Taking a few minutes to catch my breath and calm down – I looked at the food and water which was left by the bedside and picked up the glass, throwing it as hard as I could against a wall, somewhat calmer when I heard the glass shatter into a thousand tiny little pieces. The plate of food following the same fate as the drink earlier.
A knock from the other side of the door snapped me back into reality and my heart stopped for a moment – forcing myself to be silent as I noticed a folded piece of ivory paper slip beneath the gap at the bottom of the door.
Rushing over to pick it up, the pain I initially was feeling seemed to wane off as I clutched at the paper in my hands. The handwriting on the front was unique in its own right – not cursive nor print; just practical. I bit my bottom lip hard as I unfolded the note to read it.
‘I want to save you.
But I need you to save me too.”
Before I had a chance to comprehend what was going on; the door of my room flung open, a man wearing what looked like a military red dress outfit stepping in and forcefully placed a hessian bag over my head; I tried to fight but it was no use; after loss of breath – I fell faint.
As she exhaled, I could hear a small tremble release with each breath she took – she sounded pitiful, like an angel yet unholy. Her body was limp as they carried her out of the room she’d been forced to stay in and across to the makeshift operating table which had been built in the middle of the cellar – a line of black, closed doors lining the walls on either side.
With her head to one side, her eyes fleetingly glazed over in a hollow manner as a single tear drop rolled down her left cheek. She opened her mouth with an attempt to speak or scream yet her eyes shut tightly as the small branding iron was picked up from a bucket of hot coals on the floor aside the operating table – the iron numbers pressed into her shoulder once the shirt she wore was forced up her arm.
One tear soon enough became two, which soon became four, then six and eight and instead of taking trembling breaths she violently gasped for all the air she could, shaking and fighting as men held her down; a quick wash of vinegar splashed over her newly branded subject number before everyone let go.
She rolled over and fell to the floor – crawling on all fours before she stopped to let her fingers gently touch at the tender sore she’d wear from now on. Catching a glimpse of her eyes, I noticed they slowly became the color of a vibrant yet unpleasant burning sunset.
She needed help but I wasn’t to be the one to save her.
KATHERINE’S POV
The moment I was thrown back into the white room I’d woken up in, a blood curling scream rushed up my throat and I began screaming uncontrollably. Tears swelled in the corners of my eyes yet for some strange reason didn’t seem to want to fall. Crashing onto the bed, I tore the pillow case in half using my nails and teeth and tightly knotted a bandage around my branding – something humiliating I’d either die with or get out alive with and have to conceal from the rest of the world.
Taking a few minutes to catch my breath and calm down – I looked at the food and water which was left by the bedside and picked up the glass, throwing it as hard as I could against a wall, somewhat calmer when I heard the glass shatter into a thousand tiny little pieces. The plate of food following the same fate as the drink earlier.
A knock from the other side of the door snapped me back into reality and my heart stopped for a moment – forcing myself to be silent as I noticed a folded piece of ivory paper slip beneath the gap at the bottom of the door.
Rushing over to pick it up, the pain I initially was feeling seemed to wane off as I clutched at the paper in my hands. The handwriting on the front was unique in its own right – not cursive nor print; just practical. I bit my bottom lip hard as I unfolded the note to read it.
‘I want to save you.
But I need you to save me too.”
Before I had a chance to comprehend what was going on; the door of my room flung open, a man wearing what looked like a military red dress outfit stepping in and forcefully placed a hessian bag over my head; I tried to fight but it was no use; after loss of breath – I fell faint.
Notes
let's get a little dark and have some fun with this x
Oh god a year no update!!!!!!!!!!
4/9/17