Athens Lunatic Asylum Novels & Stories

Oogway held my arm and said, "Why don't we send him back first?" "...Okay then." I could only agree. We pulled Thomas into the car. He gave us an address. Hearing his words, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. It was the most dilapidated asylum in the southern part of the City. However down Thomas and Helen were, they couldn't have become so poor as to live in such a place. What on earth happened in the past few years? I wanted to ask Thomas but I am Alina Jetson. I shouldn't ask him such.

There was still a lot that they didn't understand about Athena, but what they had learned made several things very clear. First, they had learned that Athena had been one very ill young woman. A stubborn, very ill young woman. They didn't understand all the medical jargon used in the notes by Dr. Vinson, but they understood enough to realize that the doctor had been extremely concerned over Athena's mental state during the months of her pregnancy. Many of the transcribed recordings that documented Athena's discussion were those of a seriously depressed woman.

-Actually, yes, but I would never say it out loud; I didn't want any trouble. I apologize, Mrs. Taylor; I did not mean to disrespect you in any way, I replied politely. Mrs. Taylor returned to her desk, muttering something unwillingly. At first glance, this place looked like an ordinary boarding school, but it wasn't. The Ashwood Institute was an experimental psychiatric hospital that had mostly young patients who suffered from some kind of disorder. The floors were categorized by levels of disorder: from mild, medium to severe.

he chuckled pointing at the direction of the office "Ice and sweet in the same sentence, that's impossible" "Just be open with and everything will be fine...but not too much" " That won't be necessary,I am leaving tomorrow " "You must be jumping with joy at that " "you have no idea" Seth said and left IM THE DUNGOENS Athena woke up with a bang on her head.Groaning she got up from the cold concrete floor and looking around. She realised that she was locked up in a cell and the smell was horrible. The first thing she thought about was her best friend Ella. She hoped that she was safe.

I say, feeling more panic. The man pats my shoulder. “As I said, friends. I know this all seems messed up right now, but I promise it will make sense soon. Come, let’s get you in the car.” The Adam guy helps me while the Fletcher one gets in the front seat. The man sits next to me. As we drive the man looks through my records, swearing as he does so. “So yes to electro then?” The Fletcher guy asks “Antipsychotics, sedatives, and other laundry lists of drugs,” he replies. “She has so much of it in her system that if she was human she would be drooling in a corner right now.”

Soon, this had progressed to children. Three kids dead so far and counting, two more of unknown whereabouts still. Katie Franklin had followed the story from within the walls of her prison at that time, the Ransom Mental Health Facility—formerly the Ransom Sanitarium for the Criminally Insane, back in the high old days of lunacy reform—where she found herself involuntarily committed by the state of Maine after her father’s tormented heart had finally given out on him. The headline floating there on the staff-monitored, activity ward computer screen froze her blood when she first glimpsed it.

“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.

In contrast, Dylan was grinning beside me. After that, he always left and came back after a few days. One day I followed him. I wanted to know what he was doing and what had happened to Athena and found her in the hospital, and she was in a coma. When I sneaked into her room, Dylan caught me, and he locked me in the place where he had locked Athena for three years.

It was a photo of a fierce-looking man. He furrowed his brows and hesitated for a while. “He looks familiar, but I don’t remember where I saw him before.” “You don’t remember?” Joshua scowled. “Let me refresh your memory, Dad. This man is called Jason Lane. Previously, because he was a suspect attempting to assassinate Luna, I locked him up in the mental asylum. I wanted to deal with him at a later time, but a month or so ago, you went to the mental asylum and found the person in charge, saying that I was the one who instructed you to go there, to get him out. Do you still remember?”

It was an opportunity Athena couldn't ignore. One moonless night, shrouded in darkness, Athena crept towards the apothecary. Her agile form moved silently, every step calculated to avoid the guards' patrols. With nimble fingers, she picked the lock to the storehouse, slipping inside like a ghost. Rows of vials and jars lined the shelves, their contents illuminated by the faint glow of a single lantern.