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Asylum - Intro

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In my gaze was a putrid sightlessness.
It was black and unrelenting. The darkness arching its evil wings over my face.
The white doors and walls that locked me inside the blasted room would perhaps be the end of me. I was rocked and pulled and pushed by an invisible force as the black carriage brought me further and further into a place where I could not see. Such strange form of transportation despite we being in this modern age. It was a hideous illusion that we were going towards some kind of place for sight seeing. But ultimately, where we were going, I did not know. I could not figure out what position would be best to settle in but it wouldn't take long now since suddenly there was bump that raddled me. The carriage's wheels settled on a flat, grey pavement surface and I could rise up on my knees, pushing myself off my bound hands.

Above, a dark cloud was following us. The snap of the whip called the deep brown horses to quicken their steps as the thunder rolled over me and I could feel it, washing over me. The destructive force was something I wished to caress and ascend into. One day, it would be my home. BOOM! There was it was, a spider's tendril gasped over the grey clouds and fastened themselves after me. I could hear them from my white prison. The florescent red and white colors danced after us but no rain pelted the windows yet.

Outside of my brief prison, I hear barely audible sounds of dark voices, deep and grave, reminding me of the western movies my Mother's multiple "friends" were fascinated with. And then my loves, the lightning, flashed again, threatening them. It knew it could find me and wouldn't let me go so easily. Suddenly, something nosedived from the sky from my peering through the fogged, shattered surface mirror. It was plummeting toward the set of thick gates settling on one of the gnarled spikes with a dark grace and a sound erupted from its throat. It was otherworldly and foul, a sickening sensation had by then slithered through my body. The creature's body rotten and beaten from the unseen battles that would make it of its dark status, the sound it conjured was like nails being grinded up and a forsaking howl of the wind accompanied it.

The thick gates loosened and swung open lazily, as if wary old men agitated by the repetition of opening and closing once again to welcome new guests, and simply throwing the door open. The soft crank of gears shattered against my ear drums and for some time I looked in anticipation expecting something to shot out to cleave my head. A gnawing fear spread over my chest. But the prospect forced me to stay, rendering my throat useless though I wanted to scream. I wanted my mother, the one I hated, to come and save me.
Its black handles feel as the sound of the my love, my thunder and lightening roared. There were taking me too far away, they knew it and only smirked. The mustached faced snickered and the vine ridden gates were peeled of their vines and dusted of their grim and dirt. And were pulled from the gates the rest of the way open.

The lightening roared louder and the carriage pulled me further within the depths of this black hell and I didn't know what to do, my body flustered from the ordeal before hand and leaving my unable to move properly, even the minor movements before had been strained and unbecoming. My muscles finally thought this would be the appropriate time for the tiredness to settle in, that it'd be appropriate for me to feel the sudden faint of weakness. The thunder of the horses footsteps paved their way further towards the damn place.

I couldn't believe it. Why am I in a dream where I could not wake up?

A saw another animal body, its furry body was a woddling form skittering across the dry creaks and creases to enter through the crevices of the building. Its whispers broke the glass of the window, pushing be back as I now heard the horror of everything.
Furry body.. eight leggs.. Follow the spider brick road..

I couldn't possibly figure out where I was, or perhaps the matter was that my mind didn't allow me to think such thoughts. My conscious was so much smarter than myself; it knew the panic attack that was oncoming if I let such realizations finally let loose.
The carriage.. finally.. stopped.
The raspy neigh of the horses brought me to that realization. My body numb, accustomed to the feel of the motion that I only finally rose to the feel of hands grab my binds and pull me from the white captivity. Please..
It wasn't any use, but something..

Someone had to understand and see.
I was just a normal girl.

The asylum doors cracked a smudge as the brutish arms wrestled me to the stairs of the tall, ghastly building. The building much larger than any I had come to see or visit. And looked older than any of the buildings I encountered. The roll of the mist crept along the floors running along my feet for a taste.

No! Whatever they were doing, I wasn't going to comply like a good girl for their bullshit. I swung my body, head-butting one of the men in the chin, it was all I could reach and I tried to run and reached the first gate of exiting but the gentle blow of wind, suction caught me on the collar and lifted my feet from the stone.
I found myself not back in the arms of the two men, who walked so calmly to the door.
I couldn't bare the weight of forcing back the convulsions and ill in my spirit. I was pulled into complete black.
And I screamed.
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