The Psychologist

The Psychologist

My name is Kyle Johnson, and I am a mental patient,

I was 18 when I was sent here. This asylum is the only home I have ever known. I am one of the luckier ones though. Some poor saps get sent to the forensic side of the asylum. This is where they become lost, and forgotten. Its lunch time now. I am sitting eating. While watching the clock pondering my own demise. No one needs to know what I will truly do. Or the reasons behind what I will do. All I know is they will not send me to the other side of this place. They just won’t. Because I refuse to let them.

Then the nurse yelled line up. Were going to take a walk back to the unit. I got up, and slowly walked back to the unit biding my time. As soon as I arrived to the unit I went back to my room. Sat on the side of my bed, and slit my wrists. With a piece of glass. Ten minutes after I did this I was already placed on a gurney, and was being transported to the actual hospital. I was placed in a nice room in the intensive care unit. This was where I stayed for two weeks. It was after this that I was transferred back to the asylum, and was placed in a nightmare I so tried to avoid. They put me on the forensic side of the asylum. Because they had much closer observation on patients. Or at least that’s what they said. Two days into me being there two big guys in white coats grabbed me out of my room at about midnight. Then they forced me down the stairs, and into the asylum basement. Where the head psychologist was waiting for me to arrive.

Once I arrived they sat me down into a chair with straps, and strapped me into it. The psychologist in who's name was James Legion. Got close to me, leaned down, and spat in my face. Then without saying anything the torture began. He pulled my fingernails out of my hands, and my toe nails out of my feet. Then he branded numbers all over my body while laughing insanely. After this he connected electric cords to my nipples, and my ears. These cords were hooked to the basement generator. So when he would hit the switch on the wall I would be shocked for about 10 seconds. Then he would do it again. He did it so much that I lost all feeling in my entire body. I felt like a bag of Jello. After this they threw me into a pool full of ice water. At this point I went into shock. That’s when the psychologist looked at the orderlies, and told them to transport me back to my padded cell until the next night. So

They drug me out of the pool, and threw me back into my padded cell Located

On the second floor of the asylum. Until the next night’s torture.

2 months later

Get out of my way said the United States Marshal. Who had come for James Legion. Once they got threw the orderlies, and got up close to Dr. James Legion. He took out a poison capsule, and swallowed it the lead Marshal grabbed him, and told his associates to get the E.M.T.’s in there, and to make damn Sure that son of bitch doesn’t die. He will pay for what he’s done. But he didn’t make it.

An hour after he swallowed the poison capsule the psychologist had passed away.

Hell’s gatekeeper greeted the psychologist, and distracted him by calming him down. Only to push him into a pit of fire. As the psychologist screamed the flames overtook his dark soul, and at this point it Was all over. Justice had been served.