A/N A huge "Thank You" goes to my Beta MissAlex. She makes my story readable. She's also the author of Rebel Without A Cause - link in my favourites.
And also, a special thanks goes to my reader Larin20
I own not a drop.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again
~ Sylvia Plath
I am lying perfectly still on the cold table as metal plates are placed on either side of my head and a strap is positioned uncomfortably across my forehead.
"Bite down, Alice. You know the drill." The nurse's voice is raspy and mean.
I look up at the nurse with frightened eyes.
"Ready." The nurse nods to someone I cannot see.
I hear the click of a button then everything turns white around me as a sharp agonizing pain shoots throughout my entire body, from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes.
Every part of me stiffens as my mind explodes, causing my eyes bulge and my jaw to clamp shut. I taste the warm, metallic blood as it oozes from the side of my tongue. My knuckles whiten as I grip the sides of the bed. Fear and bile burns my throat as I lie there, paralysed.
Then, just as quickly as it started, it stops. I don't fully understand what is going on around me because I feel confused and frightened.
Then I hear the click again, and the sharp stabbing pain fills me once more. My blood feels alive as the electricity surges throughout my body. I cannot do anything but shake and bite down on the rubber tubing in my mouth. If I could think clearly at this precise moment, I would surely wish I could die.
My body relaxes as the current lessens and then slowly comes to a complete stop.
My hands grip the cold, steel rail underneath the straps as I try to wiggle my feet. The ankle ties rub on the sores that are open and raw.
Then, like the changing of television channel, the picture suddenly shifts.
I was now back in my room, in my bed.
I open one eye. The light hurts, but I try to open the other. A pain shoots through my temples so I reluctantly close both eyes again, and lay silently in between the cold sheets. I force myself to remain motionless.
"Jazz?" My voice is barely more than a whisper. My throat is dry and sore and I have trouble moving my head. My eyelids are heavy and I feel my mind slipping back into unconscious, but I use all my might to try and stay awake.
"Jazz?" a strange voice replies. My eyes fly open. "Oh, Jazz couldn't come today so I came instead. However, he did tell me to say hello."
"What?" I murmur. I am still slightly groggy and confused, but I try to keep my eyes open long enough to focus on the shadowy figure perched on the edge of my bed.
Suddenly, a menacing laugh fills the room. It hurts my ears, and I silently beg it to stop, but it does not cease. I force my eyes to stay open and focus. Finally, I see him.
My body jerked forward and I clutched my head between my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut as a hot searing pains shot through my brain. All I could see was static. The white noise echoed loudly in my ears. I pressed my palms into my eye sockets, trying desperately to ease the pain.
It was then that I knew what it was.
And I knew that what I saw would happen soon.
It was my first clear, readable vision since I'd been here. That sudden realisation hit me like a lightening bolt and blind terror took control of my every nerve.
Jasper, help me! I need you.
This story is the product of many things. Most notably, the one shot I wrote called White Noise. From there it kinda snowballed into this you're about to read. It was once a different story, that's now changed but the setting hasn't. My chapters are short, I don't think any of them will ever reach 3k - it's just the way I write. I have 20 chapters outlined. But the first 4 chapter have turned into 6 so it may pass 20 - Meh we'll see. And yes I do know there are other Asylum stories out there, I found about 5 when I research it. I purposely haven't read them as I feared they would give me writers block :| Maybe I will once SOS is finished.
The story takes place pre Twilight, and is set between 1948 - 1950. Feel free to PM me any questions you may have.
Danvers is a real place. It was once a magnificent structure, now it's been destroyed and condos replace it :( - Don't even get me started. If you would like to know more about it visit:
www[dot]danversstateinsaneasylum[dot]com - they have some fantastic photos.
This is my first chapter story. If it's codswallop tell me how I can make it better. Constructive criticism helps me learn. Thanks for reading :)