forum Welcome to the Ward (CLOSED!!!)

Started November 01, 2018 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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Hayden wheeled his way back to his cell as quickly as he could to avoid giving the guards a reason to get angry.

Standing up and giving his plate a final push to the side, Marco hesitantly began walking back to his cell. In front and behind of him were other patients, some looking relieved to be sent back to their tiny rooms. However, Marco did not think of it this way, he hated his room. He hated everything about the hospital, the rooms -in his opinion- were the worst. Sometimes the toilet that was in his cell would even refuse to work, and he would have to wait until it decided to cooperate. Quickly walking past a guard, Marco made his way to his cell near to lower-middle of the hall. Once inside, a man came up to the door and locked it.
Why lock the doors? I thought we were supposed to get better here. Marco thought, collapsing on the cot that lay in the corner of his room. "Stay away from this door," the man said, before walking away. Another thing to add to the long list of broken things in the building, was Marco's cell door. Sometimes it would come open, and he would get in trouble for it, even if he hadn't touched it. I just hope I don't accidentally bump into it,

Crystal’s eyes opened up, her sweater was still in her arms. She hesitatently got up from her spot and retrieved her lab coat from the squat toilet. She looked around, still angry that there was only one cot. She quickly put down her lab coat, and curled up on it, then covered herself with the sweater.

"Lights out!" Another guard said. Something told Ale that this was all regular. He shuddered at the though of doing this every single day. The place got dark, quickly, and then it got silent. Only a bit of babbling and scraping. It was eerie.

Crystal quickly got up, tracing the tip of her fingers. She grabbed the glass from her lab coat pockets, and began to cut her arm, inserting the glass then pulling it out. She stopped when she got the the last piece. She stared and the pieces, knowing they would have blood covering them. Better hide these, just to be safe. When she thought no one was around, she quietly crawled to the only cot, and hid the glass pieces underneath. She went back to her spot, this time she made sure her arms were covered by the sweater.

Marco's eyes stayed open as the lights went out, even though there wasn't much use in keeping them that way. My eyes can't even adjust to see the figures of things… Flipping over to face the wall, Marco put one of his hands on the stone surface. Just as with the picnic table, there were small designs that he had carved into the wall. Sure it had taken a while, but with nothing else to do it seemed like the only thing to pass the time.

Hayden was greatful for the faint noises from the other inhabitants since he hated silence. He decided his chair would be the more comfortable option between the hard cold floor or the scratchy dirty cot.

Ale lay there… Unable to sleep now, for all of it that he'd gotten earlier. He looked up at the ceiling, the bsbbling and snoring mixing, to createca tumultuous background noise. Ale's eyes started to close, before he heard something, a strained, breathing moan of sorts, almost nonexistent against the background noise. Only after a rattling in the recesses of this concrete labyrinth, did the other patients grow eerily quiet. It sounded something like a gargling, raaping, definitely inhuman moan.
Whst the Hell!?

Hayden heard the inhuman moans and grumbles, scuffing down the hall. He stayed deathly still and tried not to make a sound. What the hell is that? He wondered. He heard the others grow quiet and he did the same.

Crystal’s eyes dialated once again, she held her head, thoughts of pain rushed through. T-They are coming for me! What do I do? What if they beat me again? Oh god what do I do…

Suddenly, a hiss, a mechanical one, then the creaking of steel. The jangling of keys. Ale stayed with his face towards the wall, awsy from the door, feigning sleep. He dared not close his eyes.
Footsteps hurried past him.
Silence…

Keeping his back turned to the door of his cell, Marco froze up for a few moments. His eyes clamped shut and he stayed still, keeping his breathing as quiet as he could in the new silence that had covered the hallway. He strained his ears, wanting to stay alert, but also wanting to shut out the horrible sounds altogether. Is that a person?

Crystal covered her mouth, tears began rolling down her face. What if they are coming for me? There probably going to take me when I fall asleep… Crystal’s eyes were wide awake, she didn’t dare close her eyes. Dont hurt me…Don’t come near me…Don’t touch me!

The jangling of keys could be heard throughout the cell-room, as if each jangle were a gunshot. A cell door opened, indicated by the clsnking of chsin link.
A struggle could be heard, before a sick crack resonated through the place. The clicking of a closed cell door.
Footsteps. Shortly had the footsteps gotten to Ale's cell, when a deafening howl-screech-caterwaul from the pits of Hell resonated through the place.
Silence.
Footsteps.
The mechanical hissing of a door.
It banged shut.
And thst was when the patients began to cry.

Crystal’s eyes began to grow tired, her eyes shut. Crystal tried to fight it, but she was to tired to do anything. She fell to the ground. Next thing she knew she was out cold.

Fighting off sleep, Marco remained on his cot. Ever since he had heard the horribly pained noises coming from the beginning of the hall, he hadn't moved. His hand was still on the wall even though his arm was growing tired. Don't move, he told himself, convinced that whoever it was would come and get him if he did. You're just like a child, he thought, mocking himself for his belief in such things.

Ale stayed still for utter horror, waiting to see if they would come back again. Two minutes passed, and he was sure they were done. He drifted off, into nightmares of trench-warfare and malevolent dullahans, absolutely terrified.

Ale woke up when a guard said.
"Lights on!"
With a terrible start. He groaned, and got into his uniform. He waited for something to happen in his tiny cubicle.

Crystal’s eyes suddenly went open. She grabbed her lab coat, and decided to keep her sweater of. She put the sleeves of the lab coat on, and began to walk over to the cot. She looked underneath and the glass was gone. oh no…. Crap! I knew I herd someone last night. She put on a fake smile and went to the door of the cramped room.

Wincing at the lights as they were flipped on, Marco listened to the loud whirring that accompanied them in the morning. Flipping over, he looked out into the hallway, and at the cell across from his, thankfully it was empty. If that were thrown in with everything else, I think I'd have a panic attack… He thought, imagining some stranger staring at him first thing in the morning. Sitting up, he clamped his eyes shut and then reopened them. Another day, doing the same dull things.

Crystal sneezed, this sneeze sounded weird. The hell? She took her sweater and whipped the snot of with the tag. It was a brownish green. What in the world? I must be sick or something I guess…. she hangs the sweater on the edge of the cot.

"Breakfast!" One guard said. It seemed like the only time thwy ssid more than three words, was when they were reprimanding someone. How had people here gotten so damned cruel?
His door was opened.
He stepped out, and that was when he noticed it.
A large door, maybe5' wide, 8' tall, and made of heavy steel that had to make it weigh almost a ton. With large strong hinges, and a small panel beside it. Like a vault door. At the end of the hallway. He didn't need to ask why they needed it. It was to keep them out, and something else in.
He shuddered.
This was no asylum.