I spent my first day in the asylum with the girls, and not too much of Alexander. I think Gwen is my favorite here, and Alexis... Alexis is just beautiful, minus the fact she is a murderer. We all talked and talked for hours today, about family, friends, what life was like before the asylum and they all gave me hints and heads-up's about life here at Waterford.
At 10 o'clock, we are put into our little rooms. The same man that had opened my door this morning, escorts me back to my room. We walk in silence down the long, narrow hallway and reach my doorway. I push it open and walk inside, I feel weird in here.
"Room number 13, boy," Says the man.
"Thanks," I reply.
The door closes with a loud bang and I take off my clothes and put on my black, plaid pajama pants. Lying on the mattress I cover myself with a blanket and settle myself down, watching the old, wooden crucifix hanging over my door.
My eyes wonder around the room and catch sight of something close to the door. It looks like a female figure. I strain my eyes and it moves. The figure stretches out her arm and makes a small choking noise. Who is she? I know she isn't one of the girls from the asylum.
The next thing I know is, I am being held up on the wall by this monster. Its long fingers are wrapped clean around my neck without hesitation. I grab viciously at the hand and scratch it, hard. Her eyes catch mine and I feel more uncomfortable than what I already was. They glow around the outside with red. A bright red.
I see something behind her and I know exactly who it is. Him. I try my hardest to scream, kicking and clawing at the woman that strangles me. He gets closer and closer. The woman's hand slips away from the grasp for a brief second. Long enough for me to scream one life saving word. Help.
Her icy cold hand snatches my throat back between them and tries to pulverize it. I struggle against the wall and a remember I have other limbs. I kick my feet against the stone wall and flail my arms back and fourth as well. I create a large noise, it's constant.
There is a sound of shuffling keys on a chain in the lock and suddenly I'm seated on the floor, out of breath and gasping for air.
"Matthew, are you alright?" Asks Monte. Monte is the guy who's set to check on each one of the rooms at night.
I don't answer, I let my body answer for me. I shudder and shiver and let myself burst into tears. All I am doing is making him think I am even more emotionally and mentally unstable then I already am.
"He's here. He's fucking here!" I scream. It takes multiple male nurses to calm me and get me back to bed. And I sleep, constantly twisting and turning though. The strange noises set in and I feel frightened, because I am. The people here probably already think I'm losing me head.