Bleach Asylum Novels & Stories

I took the bottle of bleach and poured it into the washing machine without a second thought. In the same way, I took the duvet and placed it with the white bedsheet, allowing it to rest for a few minutes. I filled another washing machine halfway with water and detergent, then added the second bedsheet. I observed it absorbing water, growing heavy in my hand. I focused intently, biting my lips to ease the discomfort in my hands and shoulders. It was quite an unpleasant experience, and I was relieved that Yasmin wasn’t here. As if she could read my mind, she opened the door and walked in, holding a bottle of more bleach. “Oh, I forgot to mention something.” Don’s white bedsheet should be clean

She hadn’t fully recovered from her parents death and now, her best friend left her too with such a nightmare she could not understand. “Asyl,” Xol knocked at the opened door to get his attention. “I need to tell you something.” “Let’s talk outside.” Asyl faced his little sister who’s silently hugging her legs with tears falling from her eyes. “Blair… please, don’t do this to yourself, hm? Kuya will come back, I just need to do something.” He kissed her forehead and left her alone. “What is it? I can’t leave Blair alone for too long.”

David woke up to the pungent smell of bleach and hospital disinfect, invading his nostrils. Slowly, he started to blink, squinting his eyes in a desperate attempt to uncover the blurred visions before him and as the blinding light slowly subsided, he scrunched his eyes at the, closing it momentarily before finally taking a good look around. He was at a hospital — a pristine clean room with shiny tiles and long corridors. He chanced a sideways glance across the room. The place looked nothing like a room where a patient could be motivated to get better. If anything, the murky room made him even more nauseous.

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.

Asriel roared before he turned back into the room and entered the bathroom, slamming the door hard after him. He moved sickly to the sink, his nose sprouting a centimeter away. If only he could he would disinfect his entire intestines. He forced himself to vomit everything, the saliva he surely had tasted. He turned to the overly hot shower and scrubbed his skin that it turned red. A sudden coldness enveloped him. A different Asriel emerged out of the bathroom. Nicko was waiting by the door to his room. " Didn't I say you do away with those filthy bastards. I meant they had to die," Asriel said as he picked up a clean towel and dried his hair.

Rasha closed her eyes, waving her hands to brush the memory of what she saw. « But there is no smell. That’s practically impossible. » « That’s the point, Jack. Right now, we are the only ones left; me, you, Rasha and your mate. The ground swallowed them. But the most creepy thing here is the article that you found. The massacre of the dark black asylum. They welcomed us here. I am afraid that we can’t get out.

Seraphina Vance’ POV ‘Cold Steel’ ​The air inside Surgery Prep Room 4 didn't feel like oxygen. It felt like aerosolized bleach, biting at the back of my throat, sharp and chemical, stripping away whatever warmth was left in my chest. ​I sat rigid on the metal edge of the prep table, my bare thighs pressed against the disposable paper sheet that crinkled loudly with every shallow breath I took. The thin, faded hospital gown offered no protection against the draft pushing through the industrial ventilation grates. I was cold, a bonedeep, marrow freezing cold that had nothing to do with the thermostat and everything to do with the man standing five feet away.

"Can you tell me what you remember?... I mean your last memory..." Ash asked. "I got into fight with my father and brother... And I was driving, I was going to meet Xavier then something happened and my car crashed... Last thing I remember is uncle William dragging me out of the car..." She replied. "Okay... No problem... Your Xavier will be here soon..." He assured with friendly smile and walked out while she was waiting for him impatiently. Ash walked out and saw broken Xavier. "I lost her again... She doesn't remember anything... Not even Skyler..."

He can rot himself to hell! His bloody paparazzi and that bitch Sophia! Everyone can rot in hell! I am done here. I clutched my dress and started walking to the exit when everywhere I could hear everyone whispering about Mr Jensen, Sophia, and me. I tried to squeeze myself from the crowd to leave everything forever but then my eyes landed on the very particular man! Blake Jensen was right there looking straight into my eyes. "Ashley," he whispered "Mr Jensen, where the hell---" Before I could complete the sentence. A massive explosion burned everything then it went all black. THE END

Lila’s POV “If the smell of antiseptic and floor wax is the scent of a tragedy, then I’m officially living in a five-star horror movie with a very depressing soundtrack.” The fluorescent lights of the Silvercrest General waiting room were doing exactly zero favors for my complexion or my sanity. I sat on a plastic chair that felt like it was designed by someone who hated human spines, staring at the red smears on my hands. It wasn't my blood. It was Asher’s.