Thread: Neon~Midnight

The Archland Mental Institute Was a mixture between a hospital and a prison, and a resort, A tall white stone building that stood on an island. The serene white building was complete with fountains, statues, pools, saunas, wired fences, barred windows, and security checkpoints. Archland was fully staffed with nurses, doctors, psychologists, and guards, a place were people were locked up, most times not so they would not harm others, but so they could not harm themselves. The Archland Institution was a place where broken minds were meant to go to heal, a place that treated anything from trauma to criminally psychothic patients. The mentally ill were sent there to recover, and often kept there until their recovery was full. Damien was sent there some time ago, the sole survivor of an accident that broke his body and shattered his mind... over time he began showing self destructive tendencies, so he had to be moved to the cell he lived in now. From inside his padded room, Damien watched for her , Damien was beginning to grow antsy, waiting for the doctor that had been assigned specifically to him, or him to her... he wasn't too sure how it worked any more... all that he wanted right now was to see her ... through the tiny window in the wall Damien could tell it was getting dark, which meant that she would be there soon. The young man pressed his face to the cell door Is anybody there? His voice sounded panicked, he wanted to see her again, he needed to see her again. She made him feel safe. The male couldn't wait any longer, his day had been spint doing the usual, cold psychologists frowning at him and shaking their heads at his deteriorating condition, his fragile mind was growing worse. Damien was a handsome young man, especially for someone locked in a cell with his arms bound to his sides by his coat to prevent him from harming himself during one of his 'outbursts' Damien's body was thin and lithe, he stayed in shape through the exercise programs that the Institute offered, it only added to what appeal he had, his face was handsome, though a little sallow or gaunt from lack of full meals and scarred from his occasional outburst, his eyes, once full of life, had dulled a little, his hair grew nearly to his shoulders in loose locks, adding to his attractive features. Damien's body was covered in scars, Some of the scars were self inflicted, though most were from the accident that put him in this place in the first place... Damien had seen way too much for a teenager, they said his mind had essentially broken on that night, all the pain, all the death he witnessed, the fact that he was the only survivor, and that it took them a while to even find him amongst the corpses. The other doctors were astonished that in all his time in the institute, his mind did not heal, instead it only got worse... The Doctors were baffled as why a simple case of severe mental trauma grew worse and worse as the weeks drew by, his bahavior growing worse as symptoms of other conditions began to spring up. Is anybody out there?! Damien could swear he heard whispering, it was coming from outside his cell people were talking, people were mocking him. Damien got worse, his mind racing as the walls began to close in on him, his room grew a little smaller. From his cell Damien's cries didn't reach very far. His padded cell was enough to stop most sounds and other things, as well as preventing him from hearing from other cells. Damien threw himself against a wall a couple times before calming down a bit, and sitting down on his bed in the room, panting heavily.