Y/N POV:

“Welcome to Green way’s Asylum, their moto ‘A cure for every sickness’ our moto Help us! Help Us Please!”

I Sat Looking out my barred window watching the sun rise high into the sky and slowly sink down again over and over the passage of time impossible to recall precisely the only way to tell the meals arriving and being carted away again but even that never came at a regular time this place is a living hell, a living nightmare for those that arrive here everyday another few would arrive but. not a single person ever left, the only way to leave Green way’s is to die. even then you don’t fully leave many say your spirit remains within the walls, not a single person has ever left, not a single person has ever escaped, not a single person has been ‘cured’, Help us.

“So, How do we feel this morning Y/n?” Dr carter smiles at me

“Better” I reply sharply

“Really? And Is that How we really feel today?” he asked

“Better” I reply wiping the tears away

“Very well Sweetheart” He smiled at me writing something down on his clipboard on my bit of paper he noted no change in a little box “Now, I know your getting older now so I respect a bit of teenage angst I suppose and we know humans are social animals so we are arranging well play dates for you with some of the other patients about your age, That sound fun?” He asked so I just nod

“Good, We have the first booked in for tomorrow” He smiled

“Doctor?” I ask

“Yes sweetheart?” he answered

“How old am I?” I ask him

“I will tell you soon” he said giving my head a kiss before rushing off away from my room I didn’t honestly know how old I was I didn’t even really know when my birthday was, I was born within the walls of Green way’s and was admitted as a patient shortly after I was born I have never left this place and have very little or well no knowledge of the outside world only the horror in here. Tomorrow came fairly quickly so I sat eating my breakfast nibbling at the toast and jam as I heard a lot of noise next door I know they are putting a new patient in there the Woman who was in their before killed her self a week ago I remember the sound of her body crashing against the floor she used a metal fork to do it, and since then we all where only allowed plastic, when my door opened it was Dr carter again but he didn’t look alone

“Y/n, you remember yesterday? I told you about meeting another patient today?” He explained

“I remember” I reply

“Well then, I would Like you too meet thomas” he says pushing a boy in the room he looked about my age in baggy white trousers way to big for him and a white shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows his dirty blonde hair slightly matted and Un-tidy he had no shoes on and his feet looked bruised and dirty or maybe burned I couldn’t tell he held onto a leather book it was huge with a few yellowing sheets of paper sticking out of it in odd little places it held onto it for dear life like someone was about to take it away from him if he let go off it for even a second “Play nice you two, Alright, I will take him back in a few hours sweetheart alright” Dr carter told me lightly pushing my chin up look at him and giving my head a little kiss putting a small brown box on the side of the table and heading out shutting the door behind him leaving me alone with this boy he looked at me and blushed a little neither of us said anything for a moment, It had been years since I saw someone who wasn’t a doctor or a nurse and It’s likely he hadn’t seen many people either I was unsure how to really talk to him what should I say? how should I act? I have no idea

“Y-y-Your very pretty” He told me blushing a lot as he said it stuttering over a few words

“Thank you” I answer also beginning to blush it was odd for the first time in… as long as I could remember I smiled I had quiet forgotten what smiling felt like it was nice to smile he saw my smile and smiled back at me “Would you like to sit down?” I ask him and he politely nodded sitting on the chair beside my bed still tightly holding on to that thing, I looked closer and noticed it was an book or well a drawing pad I suppose he saw me looking at it so closely and he lent away from me slightly increasing his grip on it his fingers going white he was holding it so tightly “I wasn’t going to take it, I just wanted to look” I said sadly

“No! M-M-Mine. They will take it” he stuttered

“who will take it?” I ask him

“The men, T-They T-Take My T-Things” he stuttered

“Why?” I ask him

“I don’t K-Know” He stuttered “There Evil” He said

“Shhh” I told him putting my hand over his mouth to shut him up he looked very scared of me his cute brown eyes going to my hand and then to me very scared his breathing got fast very quickly and I could feel his heart beat triple in a matter of seconds “Sorry” I say taking my hand away “The Box. Helps them listen” I told him and he looked even more worried “I’m sorry for scarring you” I smile offering him a bit of my toast and jam he looked scared of me sinking into the chair but he slowly moved one hand from the book shaking as he lightly gripped the toast so I released my grip on it letting him have the toast and he smiled lightly at me taking a shaky bite of it

“Y-Your Lucky” he said “Y-You get T-T-T-toast and Jam, I D-Don’t even get Breakfast” He stuttered I felt so bad I didn’t know other people didn’t get breakfast its only toast and jam but its better then nothing so I moved my little tray over to him

“You can have it” I smile

“R-Really!?” He asked excitedly and I just nod so he happily took the other bits eating them with such joy I found it so adorable when he finished them I put the plate on my window as I often do and we sat quietly again

“As I gave you my toast and jam? Could I see in your book?” I ask and he blushed a little and nodded putting the book down on the table undoing the little button and opening it up first was a page with a beautiful cursive text reading ‘Thomas’ art Book’ with a few little doodles around it so I turned over the page and it was a huge drawing that I only just understood a thing I had often seen from my window “Oh a vrum vrum” I smiled

“a what?” He laughed

“A Vrum Vrum I see them from my window someday’s” I giggle

“T-T-There Called Car’s, Did you not know that?” he asked and I just shook my head “That one is a rover My dad had one when I was little” he explained “This one on the other page is a Morris minor I think there really cute” he smiled

“Do they vrum fast?” I ask him

“yeah one time we saw this race with these little Mini things and they where rushing all around this big circle and knocking each other” he laughed making me laugh too before he began turning over the page “Oh this is a Blackburn Beverley” He explains pointing to a huge drawing “Its a plane” he laughed

“A Plane?” I ask very confused

“yeah, up in the sky this one is a transport plane though but this one” he explains turning the page over to another picture “This one is a fighter it goes around shooting bad guys” He giggled

“You don’t stutter when your happy” I tell him

“I-I-I Don’t?” He asked

“No you don’t” I giggle just as we saw my door open so he quickly shut his book holding it tightly again even if one little bit of paper fell out and went under my bed but I don’t think he noticed as Dr Carter came in with his normal smile on his face Thomas looked so scared of him

“Time to go” He smiled I was kinda upset our time was up already I wanted to see him some more “No need to worry, Thomas you have now officially been moved to the room next door, so maybe we should organise more play dates when your both not in therapy” he smiled making both me and thomas smile a lot “That sound good?” he asked and we both nodded very excited “Alright then, come on thomas” he says

“Bye y/n see you soon” he smiled rushing off out the door and into his new room next door “Y/n sweetheart time for therapy” he smirked so i gulped very very scared but getting up and following him down the halls and staircases until i saw the door 13 door 13 and i tried to run by nurses grabbed my arms and lifted me off the floor “NO! NO! NO! PLEASE NO!” I scream as they took me and tied me down to the table to stop me struggling “So? what did you think of social therapy?” Dr carter asked me slipping his lab coat off and slipping on his apron and his gloves

“its nice” I answer

“Good, do you think it will help?” He asked me

“Yes, It seemed to make us both much happier” I smile blushing a little

“Exactly, you two are our trial two, it works and we put it out hospital wide” he explains sorting out a needle that I tried to not look at “Do you like him?” he asked me

“He’s okay” I giggle

“Sweetheart, if you don’t like him, tell me and I will find someone else” he says stroking my cheek

“Oh no its not that, I like him I do…its just” I trail off

“Just this isn’t it?” he asked showing me the needle and I nod “Your acute needle phobia is getting worse” he says making a note on his clipboard on my page noting ‘needle phobia getting worse’ and I wanted to cry knowing what they where about to do to me as I felt the sting of the needle going into my arm and drawing blood i wanted to scream but I bit my tongue to make sure I didn’t scream “Good girl” he smirked at me “now onto main therapy” he said to the two nurses

“No no no please “I scream as they got ready and within seconds i felt the horrible pain and the terror of the metal on my head and shocks running though my whole body every bone electrified for a few seconds “AAHHHHHHH! STOP PLEASE!” I scream

“You know this is for your own good” he says before they shocked again

“PLEASE!” I scream “STOP IT!” I scream as they shocked me again “MUMMMY!” I scream as the shocks continued

“HELP US!” I scream

“Welcome to Green way’s Asylum, their moto ‘A cure for every sickness’ our moto Help us! Help Us Please!” her pretty little voice smiles over the speakers