Their screams were deafening.
-It was always loud in the asylum.
Here, where the mentally unstable and criminally insane were kept, far away from the public eye.

-Where I was kept...
Locked away like the animal I was.

It was hell, a never ending chorus of misery, sounding from the walls. There was no escape from the noise, no safe haven or Eden to hide, for evil do not receive such luxury's as peace.

'Imagine how quiet it would be, if you were to just...kill them all..." The voice in my head tempted. She had been there for as long as I could remember, whispering beastly things into my ear. She was the reason I was here.

She's right, it would finally be peaceful.
But I can't let myself think like that, that sort of thinking is what got me into the maximum security unit in the first place.

-Because I did what she told me to do.

They found me, sitting there, covered in the scarlet blood of the guards, I will always remember the colour. Rich and red and beautiful, in a way.

-After that they shipped me half way across the country and strait to the infamous Pennhurst insane asylum.

And there, I met him.
The boy who ruined me so much more than those guards ever could.
The boy that broke me heart.

So here I was, tied down with restraints for eighteen hours a day, sometimes more.
-They didn't exactly care about us.
To them.. we where just crazies in a Luni-Bin.

We weren't people to them.

Not living, breathing people.
-Just objects to be toyed with them discarded.

-But I knew I wasn't crazy.
The voice was real.
She spoke to me, made me feel things... powerful things.
She made me feel strong.

I needed her.

"You bitch!"
The guard hissed, haistily removing his hand away from my teeth, a river of rich crimson crawled down his palm as he reached for the muzzle.
I was muzzled most of the time as to keep me from biting the guards, and anyone else that tried to interact with me, however as strange as it may sound I quite enjoyed having the muzzle on.
-Because it let me know I scared them.
I let out an insane laugh, throwing my head back as I did.

"Put it on, it makes me feel like the animal I am"

The guard's stunned expression said it all, he wasn't expecting me to talk back, I was known for being one of the quieter inmates...
Because in here, in the asylum...

Silence is deadly.