Asylum by Askua

Prologue

I don’t know why I have to write this.........I don’t own Inuyasha, I never will (depressingly enough) and I will never make any money off of this story.... well since that’s unpleasantness is over with down to business.

This is my first story on Dokuga and I decided to do something a little different for this one. I wanted to start off at a much later part in the story and then work my way back. I think it gives the readers something to look forward to, as well as having them wonder what happened to get the story where it started. So here is the first chapter, hope you like it.

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I awoke to a sea of white; white walls, white tiles, and even white bead sheets, and for a brief moment I didn’t resent all the white that surrounded me, but that only lasted for a second once I remembered why I was surrounded by so much white. I peeled off the starch incrusted sheets that were never comfortable and stretched in my night cloths that felt just as awful, again I was assaulted with the white I came to grow such a distain for. Once I stopped musing over the lack of any color in my room the nurse had open the heavy metal door. It made such a creek it echoed down the never-ending hallway for what seemed like eternity.

 She too was dressed head to toe in white, even her hair and skin reflected the color. She was an older women, I would have thought her in her sixties with the way her skin wrinkled around her face and hands, but her cold blue eyes were the true tale of her age, not once in the entire time she had been in my presence had I ever seen her even hit a smile, those cold calculating eyes never held anything but contempt, at least for me.

She entered into my room as she always did and set the food –or at least what they call food in this place- at the white table nailed to the floor by the only window in the room. Once she placed it she turned around and left without so much as word or a glance, but that was fine with me, I hated her about as much as I hated the color white.

Although she had never been outright cruel to me she worked in this place that had held me captive in a room no bigger than a closet, and looked at me with eyes that said I deserved to rot in this place. Although I would never admit it out loud I held that same thought on occasion.

There was obviously a reason I sat in this all to white room with nothing to do but look out a window at scenery that rarely ever changed, but that’s what this place was all about, things only changed when they wanted them to change, and bless your soul if you even had the will to want to change things. You would end up so medicated they would have to insert a tube down your throat just so you wouldn’t starve to death.

Before I knew it the same old nurse –who’s name I learned was Marry Ann- entered my room again without so much as a knock. She strode in casually, her white uniform scrapping together as she walked over to where I sat on the bed, making my already agitated mood worsen, and said it was time for my daily appointment with the doctor. The Dr. as they so lovingly called him was no more than college reject that had to get his masters at a school I was sure didn’t exist, but no matter, I had to go see him again today just like I did every day. So without a fuss I stood, changed into my “new” uniform, and allowed Marry Ann to escort me down the winding halls that held no color or warmth.

Not a single picture adorned the walls, and the only light came from the buzzing halogen lights that were scattered every few feet on the celling. After about two minutes of walking in silence we arrived at a door which had Dr. Nicolas Perry, Psychologist, scrawled on it in big, bold, black letters. Marry Ann knocked lightly and spoke more softly than she had ever to me and announced that I was ready for my appointment. Dr. Perry finally answered after sever silent seconds with a simple “come in,” once the Dr. had spoken, Marry Ann opened the door and ushered me inside.

I took in the décor of office that I had seen every day for what seemed like an eternity, same white walls that adorned every inch of this place, his large wooden desk that sat in the middle of the room looking more imposing by the small stature of the chair that sat in front of it, the decorated walls with his “diplomas” and certificates of his job title, and lastly the Dr. himself.

Dr. Perry was a man in his late forties who’s hair was beginning to thin and leave a noticeable bald spot on the crown of his head, what hair he had left was brown with streaks of gray just setting in,  he had a long face with a pointed chin that made his pointy nose look even more beak-like, and on his beak-like nose sat small metal rimmed glasses that held a peculiar shape, but it wasn’t the glasses that always cough my attention, it was his eyes, those heavy lidded piercing green eyes that always made me shiver, not from the color but from the coldblooded resolve I could feel was just under the surface.

He bid me to sit, and so it did, in that all too small chair, even for one of my size, a meager five foot three. I could feel the cold metal from the chair through my thin clothing which only added to the overall feel of coldness that radiated from this room. Once I had sat he sent a dismissing gesture with his hand to the nurse and she took her leave without a word, and then it was just me and him in the icy colorless room.

As I had every day before this one I sat and stared at Dr. Perry until he began to speak, he always said the same thing anyways, so I waited. As if on cue he spoke those same eight words he had asked me since the day I had arrived, “what would you like to talk about today? I continued to sit there and stare vacantly at him, I never quite understood why he always asked me this question, since the moment I had arrived at this place I had not said a single word to anyone.

As we sat in silence he glared at me from those oddly shaped glasses and tapped his fingers along his desk, the thrumming the only sound that permeated the room until he spoke again. “So today will be just like all the rest then,” he sighed then, and wore that all too familiar exacerbated look. “You come to me every day and all you do is sit there silently, he sighed again, if I don’t know better I would think you incapable of speaking, he looked at me hard then, but I know you can talk, he drawled out slowly, what I don’t know is why?”

I just sat there, silent, he knew I wouldn’t answer him, I hadn’t yet. He sighed louder this time, scribbled something down in my file and then closed it with a hard thud on the table, if you didn’t know any better, from the size of my file you would think I had only been in this place for a week, but I had been here much, much longer than that. The reason why my file was so small is the simple fact that I refused to say anything, nothing to say means nothing to write down, and nothing to write down mean no paperwork in my file.

Dr. Perry then moved from his desk which awoke me from my musings, he walked over to a filing cabinet that came up to his chest and opened a drawer and slid my file in. He then shut the file cabinet door and braced him arms on top of it, he stood like that for a while, slightly bent at the waist with his hands in his thinning hair. After a few more minutes of his silent contemplation he finally turned enough to look at me. “We do this day-after-day, you come in, you sit down, and then you say nothing, he wiped a hand down his face then, you refuse to talk to me, to anyone, his voice began to rise in volume, you make it so I have no other choice than to punish you, he was all but screaming now, you know the rules of this place, you know that you must tell me something!

While he was yelling he was walking towards me, step by step he got closer until he was but a hairs width from my face, and with forced control he spoke the words I knew were coming from the moment I set foot in his office, “keep your damned secrets then, they do you no good in here except to perpetuate your punishments Kagome” and then, just as he did every day, he grabbed my arm and plunged the needle deep enough that even I had to let a rhaspy scream escape my throat.

He pushed the stopper down until nothing but an empty vile remained, and as the world became a blur of white he screamed for the nurse and threw me into her as she walked in the doors. I vaguely remember her half carrying, half dragging me back to my room, my room, the words sounded bitter even in my mind; it was not a room but a cage, a disgusting white cage where I would one day just waste away into nothingness, just like the nothingness of the color white I hated so much.

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Read and review if you would like, no pressure :P   Askua