Bleach Asylum Novels & Stories

"Excuse me, but I need to use the men's room." Thelia nodded, giving Asher a knowing smile. Asher quickly made his way through the crowd towards the restroom, grateful for the temporary reprieve. As he navigated the dimly lit corridors, a strange sensation began to settle over him. His vision blurred slightly, and his head felt heavy. It was as if a thick haze had descended upon his senses, clouding his mind. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog that seemed to cling to him.

With Blair's safety lingering in his thoughts, he made his way to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, the warm water cascaded down on his body, washing away the remnants of sleep and revitalizing his senses. Yet, even as he indulged in the soothing sensation of the water, his mind couldn't escape the worry for Blair's well-being. As the water cleansed his body, Ashier's thoughts revolved around the steps he could take to ensure her safety in this unfamiliar pack. He contemplated the various challenges that might arise and how he could navigate them while keeping Blair protected.

"Momma Jaz has cooked dinner as well, grab a bite to eat while you are there." Reluctant to leave at first, but Blake was right. I haven't showered in two days. My coils were turning into locs, my beard was overgrown, and my clothes were filthy. "Call me if anything changes. I won't be gone for long, bro." Looking at Ashley again. Her skin color had returned and her reports showed improvement. Blake pointed to the door without saying a word. I knew they were safe with him. ***

They still settled on no number at all, which is how their compromises usually worked. Inside, the tiled echo took her first breath and threw it back at her. The air smelled like bleach and paper towels and a citrus cleaner that had never met a citrus. One of the sinks dripped, counting in the background. The stall doors were blue, the color of permission in hospitals. A woman washed her hands without looking up; another checked her lipstick in the metal mirror, grimaced, and did it again.

(Ash’s POV) The first thing I felt was the sting. A raw, burning pain that crawled from my shoulder down to my arm. The smell of the antiseptic hit me hard as I tried to process my environment. It was nothing like the stale prison air I was used to or the smoke I had just come out of. It smelt… clean. I blinked, vision hazy until the ceiling above me finally stayed in one place. It was white and too bright. “Don’t move,” a voice said beside me. Calm, clipped, but definitely upset about something. “You’ll rip the stitches apart.”

Increase the dose. I suck in air too fast. The room tilts. Jeremy catches it on my face. "Adis." "Bleach," I mutter. "There was a room. Clinic room." His good hand grips the back of my neck, grounding me. "Stay here." As if I can do anything else. Boots hammer across concrete. More people now. Familiar scents break through blood and dust. Soap and pine smoke. Amber. Panic hits harder than the shock did.

The air was cooler here, the kind that clung to your skin. I trailed my fingers along the wall, counting doors. One, two, three—locked. Fourth—also locked. “Of course,” I muttered. “God forbid someone leaves a door open in this asylum.” I turned the next handle—finally, it creaked. The room behind it was smaller, darker. The scent hit first: metal, dampness, and something faintly sour—like blood that had dried too long ago to matter. “Okay,” I whispered to myself. “Maybe I don’t need to see what’s inside. Maybe I just close the door and go back upstairs like a sane person.”

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

Or he it was just fun for him? I couldn't wait for him to get back, so we could talk about what it was. He had said something, about knowing I felt it too, what did he mean? I was so lost in thoughts, I barely registered Layla pulling up to Sasha's house. “We're here.” She announced. The gates opened and she started to drive in, her car moving towards the massive sprawling garage. As we got down from the car and headed away from the garage towards the other side of the house, which was like in a different compound inside a compound.

I returned to the apartment where I had lived for the past six years and moved all my belongings out of the place. At the same time, I wiped out all traces of my relationship with Vernon. It was like I had just taken out the trash in my life. At night, another delivery man dropped off a premium burn ointment. All I did was toss it onto the table. Before leaving, I gave this empty apartment one last glance. The next day, I booked a flight ticket to Paloria. I also handed over all my unfinished work and gave some instructions to the ex-colleague who had taken over my place.