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Amen || Self-Para

Something about blood really disturbed Alexander, though he could never say exactly what it was about it. Maybe it brought him back to his bloody clothes and bruised fists in that alley way, or maybe it was just a natural reaction to something that was once pumped around a human body. Either way, it didn't settle well with him. It put him on edge, as if one of his nightmares would jump into his reality.

However, this didn't stop him from following what was left of the trail of dried blood that had covered the halls the previous day. If anything, it fueled his desire even more. He carefully placed one foot ahead of the other, staying on the faded line of red. The trail slowly came to an end by the staircase leading up the the top floor, his eyes seemed to plan out his path, starting at his feet and traveling up the stairs. The blood on the floor faced a completely different direction, but he just kept staring up at the other floor. It was almost as if something was pulling him up by an invisible wire, like he had no choice, he had to go up. And at the same time he wanted to do anything but make his way up there.

His feet felt heavy as they took it one step at a time, his heart beating slightly harder than usual. He tried his best to shake it off, he was being silly. Like a small child alone in their house, he was letting his imagination take over. As he reached the top of the staircase he looked down either hall, but before his head could make a decision his legs seemed to lead the way. He'd traveled around the majority of the asylum so far, and knew almost every corner off by heart. But the top floor was always something he'd stayed away from, without really knowing why. He figured if he was going to die in this asylum, he'd probably die up here. There was no rhyme or reason behind this, it just was.

Alexander took in a deep breath as his feet refused to go any further than one of the doors along the hallway. It was placed slightly ajar, yet didn't feel any more inviting than a closed one. His heart thumped in his chest as he placed his hand against the door, and his lung made a racket as he finally pushed it open. He didn't really see anything at first, his body instantly relaxing. He took in a deep breath as he entered, a sense of relief running down his spine. He took a moment to look around, and his heart dropped as he saw the state of the room. It didn't look the cleanliest in the first place, but on further inspection it was much worse than that. A disgusting amount of blood covered the floor, dark red in color. Alex grimaced and swallowed, feeling like he'd just walked into a horror movie. Just as he began to move backwards out of the room, something in the far corner caught his eye. It wasn't anything he'd ever expected to see, not today, not here, not in this lifetime.

He collapsed back onto the floor, his head whacking painfully against the frame of the door. His stomach lurched as he looked to the body again and he swallowed down the threat of vomiting. It was her, he was sure it was her. No one else would wear clothes like that. Her positioning was ironic, her elbows still managing to stay up and her hands overlapping, as if she was praying.

It had to be Bess.

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Right, sorry.

What's going on?

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Right, sorry.

What's going on?

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Your taste in music is frightening, so yeah.

I knew you were trouble when you walked in!

You look scared.

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We can go out to the courtyard if you want.

What's going on?

They tend to not do their job.  I wish I could go outside.

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If it makes you feel any better, he probably has some kind of sick STD now.

What's going on?

Thanks. I dunno. I had to rant.

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I knew you were trouble when you walked in!

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What's going on?

No.

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My room?

What's going on?

Yes, sarcasm Alexander. Where did you run off to?

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What's going on?

Dr Kramer’s also being accused of practically raping patients… And there are now some nymphos here.

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It's their job to care, don't worry about it.

What's going on?

The staff doesn’t care.

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That's... Nice.

What's going on?

I don’t know what happened. Some people presume suicide, others are guessing somebody did it to someone.

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Really?

What's going on?

It’s cool. I didn’t care that much anyway.

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Sarcasm, Bree.

What's going on?

Pretty much. Nothing really happens around here.

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I'm sure everything will sort itself once the staff get the gist of what's happening.

What's going on?

The asylum went completely mad. It was quiet frightening actually.I’ve been hiding in my room all day.

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... I'm sorry, Natty. He's a dick anyway, trust me. You're better off without him.

What's going on?

Holden’s been fucking Elizabeth. Kind of sucks.