Escaping From Hell
"Did you sleep well Joker?" She asked. She nicknamed me Joker because of my love fir the monochromatic clown doll. Hey, it's all I had to remind me of L.J and his candy. I looked at her as she smiled and I gave her a pleading look, eyes flicking to my monochromatic clown. She smiled.
"After you shower." I sigh and nod and she leads the way.
I step into the shower cubicle and turn my back to her, waiting for her to unstrap the jacket. She does so and I sigh, stretching my arms out and hearing them pop. She usually lets me stretch and pop my joints. She turns around to give me privacy to undress. I strip quickly and step in, closing the curtain and turning the warm water on. My hair reaches my hips now and it's a real chore to keep it clean. I shower quickly and step out into the waiting towel she has ready for me. We have a routine. She brushes and dries my hair with another towel, while I sit down and talk with my monochromatic clown.
But I haven't spoken since the day I came here five years ago. I close my eyes in bliss as her gentle tugging relaxes me. She leaves to let me get dressed and I put on the grey long sleeve and fuzzy leggings. Then I notice the door is open. My heart pounds. I tears off a piece of paper from a poster in the locker room and grab a pen that was lying around. I scribble a quick note, telling my nurse that I will be okay and not to worry about me. I hold my clown tightly as I make a run for it. The men in white shout after me and I laugh, for the first time in five years as I escape out the door.
I run into the woods, clutching my L.J.Doll to my chest as the branches and bushes tore at my grey clothes. The deeper into the woods I went, the darker it got and the safer I felt. I slowed down, knowing I wasn't being chased anymore. I decided to speak again, only this time in Italian. I spoke to my clown of how I missed his namesake, how I regretted not being able to say goodbye.
I was walking on the balls of my feet, the part of my foot that had the thickest callouses. It had the thickest because I had been walking like that ever since I got to the asylum, knowing that if I were to escape, the forest would be my only chance, and that I wouldn't last very long if I was a tenderfoot. I stopped walking when I heard footsteps that weren't mine. I decided to keep walking. If I was going to find L.J, I needed to walk for as long as possible. I jumped and turned when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. There was a ghost girl who looked about my age. She had on clothes similar to mine.
"Did you escape and die in here?" I mouthed. She nodded.
"You're going the wrong way." She said, her voice light.
"Oh. Which way?" She pointed north.
"Tis that way, dear friend." I smiled and showed her L.J.Doll.
"I'm looking for him. Thank you." She smiled.
"You are most welcome lass." She turned and floated away and I smiled before walking towards my destination.
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