Asylums
Once there was a couple, part of the Cabinet in the royal court, who finally had their prayers answered for a few years. They finally had a beautiful baby girl, one with purple eyes and fair skin. They figured it was just a genetic miscodeing and the eyes would soon turn back to a normal color, but they allowed their child to be evaluated by a doctor….a head doctor if you would, once every month and for 3 years, nothing unusual happened. Then one night, small child ran into her parents chambers in tears and woke her mother up with a start.
"My darling, what is it?" The mother asked with such care. She picked her child up and held her close to her breast.
"I had the most awful dream momma!" She stumbled over some words and stuttered as she went on to explain her dream, "Gran-momma was in an awful fire, and she was asleep and didn’t wake up until it was too late…" The little girl could still hear the screaming echoes of her grandmother as she burned alive. Her mother held her close and coaxed her back asleep. However, this was a reoccurring dream for the next 3 days and on that fourth day it happened. Her grandmother had left a lamp burning in the kitchen of the house and a large rat had gotten in and knocked it over. The funeral was that Saturday. Then again it happened, 3 days of a reoccurring dream, however this one was nearly avoided. Her Father’s brother lost just a leg instead of his life. The child’s parents feared the worst and did what the Doctor recommended, she was sent to a testing facility in Versailles where she was tested on.
At first she was nothing more than a scared child that they soothed and handled with great care. She was allowed weekly visits where she was taught how to use herbs from her mother and she soon started to sneak some to practice at the facility. That was until the age of 8. The building was no more a play home where the nurses were her friend. It became a prison. The tests become rougher and the dreams were more intense and soon she had to be put in solitary confinement, and if you don’t know what that does to a child, let me tell you. It lets them sit there and think, think about why they were put there, think about the dreams and it kills them on the inside. It murders every shred of emotion, every fragment of what makes them a child and they become a monster!
Soon she rebelled against the tests and it didn’t take long for her to teach herself how to get put in confinement and left alone, just how she liked it. The head of the facility saw this as a problem and tried everything they could. Electroshock was a favorite as well as a drug, though the name of it escapes me; it put her in a zombie state of mind. This was all costing a lot of money and soon they found a permanent solution and she was soon the youngest to ever be scheduled for a lobotomy, 13 yrs old, no longer a child and soon no longer going to be a problem. It took them 3 years to find a good and cheap lobotomist that would do such a thing to a child. She went into the room, a large room with large windows and a single chair. The other patients were lined up in the hall, watching, as if she was to be made an example of what happens when you fight.
She was strapped in and never put up a fight. The head of the facility got to her level afterwards and grinned.
"So number 135506"
He said every number with such poison and such spite. You see, he was now missing a chunk of his hip and had recently and mysteriously broke a rib. The truth was it was her fault, for about 3 years now, after she had hit puberty, he had been coming in her room. Slowly trying to be her friend and coax her into doing the unthinkable, playing games with her. She had no idea what was to come until the last week before this horrible procedure was to take place. He made his move to deflower her and when he nearly did it. That child he thought was dead came to life enough for a moment in time that she fought back, out of fear and anger before that child went back into hiding.
"You ready to feel nothing at all, you want to act like a doll, and we’ll make it permanent."
The lobotomist came in a dismissed the head of the facility so that it was only him and the child. He was an older man. Never spoke to her, he looked as dead as she did. He got out his large nail and small hammer and positioned it. The sound of metal hitting metal was all there was.
Tink!
Tink!
Tink!
Just before she was gone for good, that thing that snapped last week snapped again. She had broken her wrist in her scrap with the head of the Facility and was able to use it to her favor. She struggled her way out of the right strap and grabbed the pick and stabbing it in the gut of the man. Gasps entered the outside room and security was called. The Child was fast though and was able to unstrap herself from the chair just as the guards got there, blood coming from the corner of her left eye, just a small amount. Being small she was fast and grabbed the pick from the man and after a few slips and mistakes she finally got to the door of the room, harming the guards and herself. The child in her had shut off again as she ran through the facility. She ran to the one place she knew she could escape; she had been preparing and planning for years.
She went to the court yard where everyone got some exercise and air to the small corner of the yard where no one went. The guards were close on her tail, but at this point it was survival or death. The fence was shocked with tesla coils, but years of electroshock had prepared her for this. She ran to a pile of leaves and fell to her knees. She quickly moved it all away and began to climb under the small hole she made. Her chest had become to big and so she had a lot of difficulty. Crying out when she was shocked.
One of the guards caught her right ankle right as a shock was coming in and the current flowed from her to him and she was able the wring herself out of his hands and out of the gate.