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The heavy metal door clanged shut, echoing in the large room.
The only things in the area being a toilet and a bed with a wooden desk next to it, displaying a black unused journal and a mechanical pencil placed carefully on the top of the cover, with a note
‘for therapists use’
the security that had escorted you here had left you without a word, only leaving a piece of paper that displayed the daily routine you would be subjected to for the next few years of your mundane life, sitting carefully on the uncomfortable mattress the reality set in, this was your life now, until the door opened slightly
”y/n?”
A man with a unruly beard stepped in carefully, he had a clipboard tucked neatly underneath his arm, wearing a white collared shirt and black slacked pants,
”It is nice to meet you, I am Dan, I have been prescribed as you therapist”
Looking at him carefully, keeping your head down you spoke,
”Hello..”
”Good you speak, I can see you’ve been given your routine for the week, I’ll be seeing you on a Tuesday and Thursday, our sessions will be to make sure you are making progress while you are here at our facility, is that alright with you?”
You stayed silent, nodding your head carefully.
“I look forward to talking to you on Tuesday, goodbye”
and with that, he walked out silently, carrying himself thoughtfully to not startle you, leaving you in the bare room.
The bell rang as he left, indicating that it was ‘free time’ as it said on your routine sheet, the clock on the wall said ‘12pm’, you couldn’t remember what time or how long you had been here for, maybe an hour? Time had passed without you even realising, the door had automatically unlocked, you pushed the heavy door slightly watching the other patients slug themselves to the main area, following them not knowing the layout of the asylum yet.
The main lounge area contained a television that played only shoes or music that was pre-approved by the therapists, and there was a couch that was well-worn with the leather slightly splitting on the edges, with a table near it holding a few colouring books with the words ‘mindful colouring’ on them, most likely to help other patients ‘calm down’.
Taking a seat down onto the empty peeling couch, scanning the room of the other patients, many were sat by the window, seemingly dreaming of being able to escape- you wondered on why they were here, curiosity did kill the cat after all.
While looking around at the other patients you spotted a large man sat next to another quite tall man, not as tall as the other, they both wore masks that covered their faces, obscuring their faces, only piquing your interest even more.
Staring at them for a while, you didn’t realise as the taller of the duo had craned his neck into the direction of you, locking eyes with him and looking away as soon as you noticed the eye contact with him