'Cause there's no salvation for a bad girl

Parker sat out in the courtyard, taking a drag of his cigarette every so often. He didn’t really know what to make of this place yet. It all felt so odd and unreal, like this was all a dream and he was going to wake up outside on the street in New York. Parker wondered why they had put him in an Asylum all the way in Essex. They had never told him what he had been mumbling out on the streets and he could barely remember what they had even asked him when they brought him in. He slid his free hand shakily through his hair. 

Beverly walked through the doors of the hospital leading to the courtyard as she placed a cigarette between her lips before lighting it up. It didn't take her long to hear the man's mumbling; her face turned to see him while she took a drag off her cigarette. ''What's going on?'' The brunnette asked once she reached the man before sitting in the bench  in front of him, crossing her legs and staring at him waiting for an answer as she held her cigarette between her fingers.

"Yes, he does! You just can’t see him! He hides from other people to make me look crazy"

''Everyone here is crazy too, and I can't see him. How do you explain that?''

"No… I don’t want that." he looked down "But I fear them, I don’t want them to hurt me, so I don’t make questions"

''How's he going to hurt you if he has no physical body?''

"You know what? What she’s saying is a great idea. If they sedate me wrong, I could worry my brother and make him come take me away from here. Or I could die, which is the other good option. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with you." he said before looking at the woman on his door frame. "I don’t even know his name, I never asked him" 

''It's not likely to happen, at least the sedating part. I know a few who could kill you though, if that's what you are looking for. If he knows more about you thank you do about him then it means he has more power over you, do you truly want that?''

"What the fuck are you doing in here? I’ll scream as much as I want to. Just watch me.” he frowned, but kept silence for about a minute. “I would probably kill myself before hearing another long speech of you! If you want to be alive too, then shut up!” he shouted at the empty chair again.

''No locks.'' She said pointing at the door. ''You'll scream until I rip your vocal cords, or someone comes to sedate you.'' She look at him with  a raised eyebrow after he spoke to the chair. ''Who are you talking to?''

"No! Leave me alone! Don’t you see I’m desperate?!" Luke yelled at the chair in his room. He hadn’t taken his pills yet since he got there, mostly because he hid under the bed for two complete days. He was hungry, his psychosis was increasing… This wasn’t going the right way.

Beverly opened the door quickly after she heard the yelling, she wasn't fond of patients who freaked out during their first days there. ''What the fuck are you doing?'' She inquired standing at the doorstep and staring at the boy in the middle of the room. ''You aren't going to fucking die here. Well, that's a lie.'' She said with a small shrug.

  Dancing…. having fun…. I guess…

Well, that's kind of strange for this place.

  Uhhhh….. maybe..

So, what are you doing?

Aren’t you supposed to be working?

  And what disorders would those be?

Sadism and Narcissism apparently.

  Well, it is lovely to know that worth is judged by wealth and not merit. Is that why you are here instead of in a prison?

No, I am here beause they need to treat my disorders, before I go to trial.

  Your job is currently labelled as mental patient. Most would consider that incredibly low. Unless you are some sort of monarch outside, I believe you are mistaken. 

Being a mental patient is not a job. And even if it was, I still have more wealth than anyone here.

  Well that’s good, I guess. I’ve been better. And no; I haven’t even seen the guy in months.

That’s good, you’d have ended up pregnant, or beaten up like Ana.

  And how did you know their worth? How do you quantify the worth of another?

Money, posessions, job, social status. I'm on the top of the ladder.

  Hardly a good reason. There are plenty of confusing people. However, the killing of innocents is almost always wrong.

Who judges on innocence anymore though? You're judged by how much you're worth, they were worth nothing. 

  Hm. I was hoping for something slightly more purpose driven. I understand fully killing for a purpose, however, that logic confuses me. 

Well, that's exactly why I am here. Because im too confusing.

  Might I ask why you killed? 

Fun.