Romans & histoires Ahs Insane Asylum

“If I’m going to let go, why don’t I let go knowing I did all I had to get rid of her?” My brows furrow. What Natalie says is finally starting to make more sense to me. Asami is insane. “After all, S hates me. You detest me. No one in the world cares about me and Owen. . . I don’t even know what he’s up to.” A cackle leaves her lips. “It won’t be long till I’m back in that asylum again to be punished. Wait, an asylum? What does she mean? I want to ask but this situation reads not to. I don’t like how she’s trying to connive me to digging deep on what’s transpired in her life since we parted ways.

Asher felt that something wasn't right. He wasn't crazy; it was the person torturing him who was crazy! Yet, he had no opportunity to explain to the passersby. Every time he slowed down, Larissa would tug the leash hard. Asher was choking, so he had no choice but to follow Larissa closely. Before he realized it, Larissa had arrived at the Department of Psychiatry. When he saw Larissa taking out a mental health diagnosis, he was stunned.

Iden stepped into the room, slow and silent. This was the war room. It looked like one. A place where lives were traded, decisions signed in blood. He moved to the center of the chaos, eyes drawn to the wall of screens. Every angle of the massive asylum flickered in shaky grain. Corridors lined with flickering lights. Rooms filled with twitching shadows—patients, doctors, ghosts. The asylum was a tomb disguised as a hospital. Built on illegal records and rotting experiments. A hellhole. A cover for human trafficking, organ harvesting, unapproved trials.

“Kas?! Kas, where are you, Baby?” “Bronx, it’s Doctor Khe. I’m here to help. Please stop struggling. You’re going to get hurt. I know it may seem like what you’re experiencing feels real, but I assure you it’s not. Kas is back in Montana. She is safe and sound in your packhouse and you’re in Arizona for alcohol addiction rehabilitation.” The voice becomes more clear with each word, making me more aware of the world around me. “I need you to focus. Open your eyes and look at me.”

Ash owned a long chain of well-known clubs in Rosewoods and also had numerous underground club operations awarded to his name, most of the luxurious clubs scattered in different towns around New York and other thriving parts of the world. Guy and the men had connected his other name, Johnson Adams, with the list snatched from the merchants in Chinatown, thereby confirming his connection to Noah's accident. Aria's visit to the club was another sufficient proof, one which Guy was still currently looking into whatever business the woman could have with Ash.

“But I didn’t really have much more to go on, and getting dad not to check the fences would have been like trying to stop the sun from rising. He would have thought I was insane if I said to him that my mate predicted that mum would die whilst he was riding the fence line and I was eating pizza.” “He would have thought that I was insane,” Aislen corrected. “You are insane,” Heath laughed, trying to bring levity to the conversation. “Quite possibly,” she laughed too, but it was a sad sound. “I’ve spent the last ten years hearing other people’s voices in my head so loudly that I doubt my own mind. You can’t imagine what it’s like to have an opinion on something and not be sure if it’s yours, o

“What?” Let’s not antagonize her, Fletcher,” the man says then looks at me. “Olivia, I need you to relax and listen to me. You’re not crazy nor have you ever been crazy. I really am Henry Hull, this really is Fletcher and Adam. We’re not delusions and everything you think happened before the mental institution really did happen.” “No,” I say shaking my head. “You’re wrong. I’m having an episode. Another psychotic break.” I close my eyes. “This isn’t real. I am back at the hospital and this isn’t real.”

What the hell? Wasn’t this a Werewolf game? Even psychiatric hospitals play this kind of game now? Who in their right mind would pretend to be crazy here? “Ding-dong! It’s medication time. All patients, please gather at the church on the first floor within ten minutes. Nurses will distribute the medication. Please be reminded that the blue pills are safe to take. The red pills are highly toxic. Those who take it by mistake will suffer intestinal rupture and die horribly, bleeding from inside!”

' Asher heard Anise's rebuke in his mind, and his heart squeezed in pain. Asher rushed to the adjourning bathroom in his office and turned on the light. He looked in the mirror, and for the first time in months, he saw himself as the stranger Anise claimed that he had become. His eyes had become wild and frantic, his skin constantly flushed. Asher released a shocked, almost hurt gasp. He gripped the sink's borders and looked up at the ceiling again, then his focus snapped back to the mirror. Asher growled and marched out of the office. He headed up the stairs and around the last corner towards the hidden stairway. He didn't bother with finding the key. He kicked the lock and the door burst o

“Sir, please! Let me out! I’m not crazy!” Eloise screamed, pounding her fists against the steel door of her room. Her voice echoed down the sterile corridor, but no one came. No one even looked her way. It was as if the walls themselves had gone deaf. After everything that happened, Ashton had brought her here—to a mental hospital. His reason? That it was “for her own good,” especially since she was pregnant. “Please! I’m begging you!” she cried, her voice cracking.