Chapter 2: The Red Wall
Night had passed and the sun had began to touch the earth again. Doctors began rushing down the halls after a fairly quiet night, setting up medication to be taken to various rooms and to take their post. Dr. Marks and the pleasant man, Dr. Yoso, were seen walking down the hall towards Kenneth's room while conversing about the case they had recently received.
"When I received this case I was expecting something completely different, what I saw yesterday was a rational man. I should not be to quick to judge though", whispered Dr. Marks.
"You know Sir there has been rumors of his past going throughout the building. I hardly consider it professional, but nothing can be done", stated Dr. Yoso flatly.
"The rumors are simply that. Any that are spreading are either false or unproven. Do not let them fill your head."
Kenneth had immediately awoken at daybreak despite not sign of it being visible within the room. The lights of the room began to flicker on, blinding Ken's unadjusted eyes. Kenneth sat up from the bed and began to examine the bare walls.
What poor souls have been locked in this room, thought Kenneth. Were they freed, allowed to return to their family or did this place become their tomb? Were they truly insane or trapped in this foul place that makes prison look like luxury? That is not saying that prison is pleasant, by not mean is it. If one were in prison for a murder they could never fools themselves one hundred percent that they were blameless, though they may try to fool others. They are looked as the scum of the Earth; however, they are not talked to as if they were stupid. Perhaps though I'm not the proper one to make comparisons, whereas I have never been in jail. Kenneth released a huff, Then again really looking at the two, they are similar in many ways. There is a chance of being wrongly accused, you become isolated from the world, and you lose the ability to freely see your family. A very common thing that people say is 'that you learn from your mistakes'. It is very true, yet you can never take back a mistake or action. Some mistakes can ruin yours or others very lives. Examples of this can be found in your local newspaper everyday. Some actions are done with the knowledge of the consequences while others happen with consequences one could not fathom.
The room for the most part was soundproof, in fact the only part that was not was by the door with the window to the hall. There was something that Kenneth had not noticed in the room last night. A white circular notch was in the wall, close to the bed. Kenneth ambled to the door and put his finger into the notch. The notch was surprising cold, similar to a metal. It had to be metal which was painted the same color as the wall. Inside he brushed against something that felt like a tiny ledge in which his finger grasped on to. His other hand felt around the area of the notch and to the left he felt a hairline dent, then followed it vertically. Kenneth walked back a few inches, looking avidly for the hairline dent at the distance. With close attention to the wall he noticed that the hairline dent made a rectangle. With the notch it appeared to be a door. Kenneth walked back to the 'door' and pulled with the help of the notch. No use, it did not budge a bit. He then chose to push the 'door' with his body, which caused it to make a large pop and freed the door. The door did not move any further forward. The first part of opening it required only his body, surly the notch was there for a reason. Kenneth then took the notch and pulled to the right. The door began to squeak and glide over revealing a room enveloped in darkness. He reached into the room towards the inside wall, feeling for a light switch. He pat the wall and felt a cold metal switch plate, then flicked the switch centered on it. The room began to be filled with a dim glow showing a shower, mirror, toilet, and sink. The shower was placed on the left side of the bathroom, directly next to the small sink. Above the sink was a mirror which served also as a medicine cabinet. The toilet was two feet from the shower, directly in front of the doorway. From the toilet the room ran another four feet to the right; however, nothing filled the vacate area. The right wall had an eerie quality though, as it was the only wall made of brick. All the other walls kept the same dull white as the rest of the building had. The brown linoleum was peeling and the room had became consumed by cobwebs.
Confused by the existence of the secret bathroom, Kenneth walked out and sat back down onto the bed. A scream of one of the patients walking by the room became audible. I truly wonder if there are others here that are similar to me. Who is to say what they are seeing is not real? Science of course can't explain it, therefore it is cast off as fiction. Myself, I believe in the unexplainable, things that science will never find. Some people that see ghost are accepted by society, whether the keep it secret or not. Others are cast off as crazy and it is said to them 'it is impossible to see ghost'. Any that differ from what a population considers normal is insane, weird, or an outcast. The thing is, one group's 'normal' is another's 'weird'. There is no true 'normal'. I don't see ghost , but until three years ago I was consider 'normal' under Vermont's standards. What I have seen though is a thing of Hell. A thing that tortures me and enjoys my suffering. I have grown weak and tired, I wish it would end. How many are here like me? Had made a mistake which has taken everything from them? What person's mind would conjure something like this? In a world of people that wish only to fit in or be accepted, why would their mind chose this? Why would the human brain chose to isolate itself from the very ones that would accept them no matter what? One simply would not make up such imagines. Years of being in places like these and taking their medication, nothing has changed. And yet, after the years some doubt is beginning to grow.
Dr. Marks began to pass a hysterical patient when he neared Kenneth's room, screaming that there were spiders on her. She was frantically brushing her clothes and hair to be rid the invisible arachnids. A doctor walking her down to hall tried to ease her phobia; however, it was as if she could not hear him. Dr. Marks was certain that he where moving her to a different room, as the patient had requested, which was 'spider free'. As the woman went deeper down the hallway the screaming began to die only to be replaced by shattering yells which came from Kenneth's room.