It all took place October 5, 1991. Darkness covered the fields and beyond the forest lines, five teenagers thinking it would be fun to venture into an abandoned asylum without understanding the consequences if they entered and that everything in their lives would change. Secrets buried deep under the scars of the people that now lie six feet underground. Still, they walked in thinking it was a joke and that the reason the asylum became abandoned was due to overpopulation, which then lead to starvation.
However, three never came out of the asylum but the other two were isolated from society and never came out of there house. Nobody dares to speak of them nor even go near the old wooded house that due to lack of care looked nearly one-hundred years old. For the other three teenagers that went into the asylum, they were never seen again but they were heard. Noises were said to be coming from the asylum more so in shuffling of feet, doors opening and closing, crying, scratching and other eerie sounds. All of which lead into people getting hurt or killed. But for me I was one of those kids that were curious and determined to figure out what the hell was different about that building and in order to do that i would have to open the doors. Welcome to my story were no happy endings exist.
Present time October 3, 2017. The sun beamed through the cracks of my eyes as I slowly awoke my sleepy body. I opened my eyes completely letting my eyes wander to the blank light, blue walls and the platinum white chair that was in the corner of the room sitting next to my dresser. I brought my body to the edge of the bed letting my feet touch the cold wooden floor. Slowly walking to the bathroom which was to the right of my queen size bed and into the marble covered bathroom, I got in the shower letting the water rush down my small frail figure. I got lost in my thoughts as the water continued to rush down. I finally decided to get out and continued to get ready doing all my bathroom stuff first. I then proceeded with the process and went to my closet and brought out ripped jeans and a light pink over sized sweater seeing as it was Monday and I couldn't bring myself to do anything else. I then looked in the mirror which was behind the door. I looked deep into my complexion seeing my long dirty blond hair and my bright blue eyes and my crystal clear skin, My eyes wandered to my short thin frame. After I finished judging myself, cause I knew how much I wished to be just a little bit more pretty, I knew deep inside it would not change. I then grabbed my bag and walked out the door only to find my mom passed out on the couch. She had been working late again trying to support our family ever since my dad died, it had been hard and long process. dealing with it was a struggle but whatever, not like I can change it.
After a good 15 minutes of walking I finally reached my high school. I looked up to see the name of the school engraved in the front wall which was a deep red with a light cream color on different walls. The letters that were engraved spelled out Clintwood high school . I shifted my eyes to the doors of the school letting my feet guide me to my class room. I walked into the classroom realizing no one is there. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and checked the time. Its 7:25 am. School starts at 8:10am so I have awhile to myself. I took a seat in one of the desks in the back and put my black pink branded backpack next to it. I sit there for a good 10 minutes just drifting off till finally I come to my senses that I want to go to the library. I then pick myself up and walk down the long broken down halls with a couple burnt out lights. I shiver a bit at the creepy vibes I'm getting and pick up my pace. I turn left and see that the library door is wide open. Someone must be in there, I think to myself. I shrug and walk in anyways. I turn to my left and see that no one is there. I get a strange feeling as I walk through the tall shelved aisles and my breathing starts to pick up as my steps become slower with every step I take. The floor creaks and then I find the courage to speak.
"Hello" My voice traveled throughout the whole library then I heard a violent shushing noise and spin around to find a tall muscular frame which is easily 6ft standing in front of me. I let out a squeak and drop my phone. He has dark brown hair and bright blue eyes like the ocean itself and light skin. He is tall compared to me and is wearing black ripped jeans and a 'My Chemical Romance' shirt with black converse. I jump back a little more, my heart racing but not for long as my heart drops when I realize I just dropped my phone.
"Well RIP your phone?" He says with a smirk. My mind is racing and I can hardly manage to find my voice. "I'm so sorry. y-you scared the living hell out of me" I squeak out placing a hand on my heart trying to calm myself down. He then picked up my phone and looked at it most likely to see if its cracked.
"Well on the Bright-side its not cracked so here's your phone back" he said handing my rose gold IPhone 6 back "Also sorry for scaring you."
"oh no its okay I get scared easy so it was not your fault at all. Oh right I'm Heidi by the way." I say introducing myself "Right I'm Colby nice to meet you Heidi." He said putting his large hand to shake my little one. "Wait your the girl who never talks right?" I nod while letting out a heavy sigh. "That would be me" I respond back. He lets out a chuckle with makes my heart flutter. "Well thank you for scaring me enjoyed talking to you" I say walking away when I then feel a pull on my wrist and spin around to fine Colby holding my wrist with a huge smile on his face "what do you want now?" I asked annoyed. "your number duh" he says looking at my phone "typical guy" I say smirking before folding my arms over my small chest. "what does that mean?" he asked a little hurt in his voice. I roll my eyes completely ignoring his questions. I then unlocked my phone and handed it to him. He takes my phone immediately and puts on his oh so well smirks that I will probably have to get used to. Once he is done he hands my phone back and walks away and out the doors of the library. Not even bothering to say bye. I check my phone to see if he put his number in. I shift my eyes to see his name and two hearts next to it. My cheeks burn up and then I delete the hearts instantly and put my phone in my back pocket.
I wander around the library for what seems like forever before turning to go down another row of books, my eyes catch what seems to be a old dusty book with millions of scratches and looks to be made a hundreds years ago. I shiver from the vibes I get and walk towards It. I bend down letting my small hands grab the thick dusty book. I stare at it for a few minutes inspecting the cover which is a copper color with brown patches on it. The title was bold writing with black smears almost as if the ink was smeared. The title read Silently Insane. Diary of Amy Summers ~1978. My hands were slightly shaking, "this is so sketchy" I thought to myself. I put the book back on the floor walking away. I really wanted to know what the book contained, but I really didn't want it in my posession. As my mind fought itself, my hand traveled to my locket that my dad had bought me right before he passed away. It was heart shaped and a nice sliver color. I looked back at the book laying In the middle of the hall I shock my head and shrugged my shoulders. "I mean what's a book gonna do, so I mean what the hell". I picked up the book and started to walk to the table that was to the right of the library far from all the shelves. ding ding ding! I jumped at the sound of the bells as they rang through my ear. school has started.
"god dammit" I said disappointed. "I really wanted to read this book, oh well I guess I'm just gonna have to take it home a read it there". I think to myself. I pick up the book from the table and walk out the doors and went to my first class which I believe is math. I let my feet carry me down the hall and into the class room and into the seat I sat before with my black backpack there. I shoved the book into my backpack while taking out my math books and placing them on the desk. My eyes drift back to the book and my thoughts covered everything that was happening around me.
-Jem
I am a 13 year old girl who found their passion writing and am trying to improve with each writing. I hope you enjoy my first chapter and will grow with me.
