Johnsons Asylum discussion

a hallway

((here?))

((Yeah))

Henry was plays with a blade his officer allowed him to have for self defense, Henry sighed wishing he could stab someone.

Kittie wandered down the hallway with her eyes closed. She could smell a male in the hallway and grinned mischievously. But then she heard the sound of metal being sharpened and giggled. She kept walking in his direction.

Henry actualy had two knifes for "self defense" and he was sharpening them scraping them against each other.

As Kittie got closer her footsteps echoed through hallways.

Henry looked up sharply, his knives ready.

"H-hello..?" She said in a small voice. "Is someone there? I lost my walking stick." She felt along the wall.

" Your walking stick isn't here," Henry said quietly.

Kittie smiled softly. "Do you think you could help me back to my room then? I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need it.."

Henry thought for a mintue, " Hmm, why not, where's your room?" Henry asked.

((quick gimme a number!))

((47))

"Room number 47.." She told him.

Henry looked at the room number on a door he was near, oh great it's all the way down by my room in which I finally got away from. " Alright sure," Henry replied, " I'll help yah," He added.

Kittie reaches out for him. SHe needed to touch her guide.

"Thank you.."

Henry held out an arm for her to grab.

She found it and showed him a crazed grin as she pinned him against the wall with her own knife to his neck. "I showed you mine noe you show me yours." SHe purred.

Henry grinned, " Oh someone like me, my room is right across the hall," Henry replied spinning her around and pressing both of his knives against Kitties throat.

Kittie giggled. "Psst.. Don't tell anyone but." SHe whips out another knive and digs it lightly into his temple, just enough for it to bleed.

Henry stays still, enjoying the savoring smell and feel of blood.

Kittie inhales deeply then faces him. "Hey.. I just gave you a present.. where's mine?" She giggles.

Henry grinned he took the knife in his right hand and he moved Kitties short form her shoulder a bit and he gave her a cut.

She shivers slightly. "Mmm.." She moans with a smiles.

Henry grinned.

Kittie turns her head to the side and licks the cut, enjoying the taste of iron on her tongue.

Henry looks at her, he steps back, and he puts the knife away, he closed his eyes as he whispered no,no,no many times.

Kittie tilts her head to the side, confused. "What's wrong? Am I scaring you?"

Henry shook his head, " I promised my wife I wouldn't kill anyone else, I promised my children I wouldn't kill anyone else, I promised my wife I wouldn't hurt an innocent person," Henry murmured as he pulled at his hair.

Kittie leaned foreward and found his shoulders and gripped them. "Did you kill them??" She smiled wickedly, even though the thought of someone killing their own children twisted her stomach.

" Yes, I was drunk and stupid I killed my own two children!" Henry loudly said as he noticed her wicked smile, he pushed her off.

Kittie flew back and her back hit the wall. "How could you do it..? How could you kill two innocent children..? And of your own blood..?" She felt like crying.

" I---Was---DRUNK!" Henry screamed loudly it shook the walls, Eliza came over and held him back.

" Henry it's okay, you didn't mean to, It wasn't your fault," Eliza soothed her friend, who cried into her shoulder.

[In her head:] Kittie felt a horrid twinsting feeling in her abdomen and she fell over onto her, shaking in pain. She looked at her hands and saw blood on her hands, her blood.. no, her child's blood. She looked around and she was in her bathroom in the house she shared with her husband, and it was covered it blood. She clutched her head and screamed.

[Actually happening:]She fell over and clutched her head looking around with blind eyes and screaming at the top of her lungs.

Eliza and Henry came over to her, Henry held Kitties shoulder " Hey! Everything alright, your in the asylum, your not at home," Henry said.

Her screaming dialed down to uncontrollable sobbing that racked her entire body. She clutched around her, wishing her husband was there with her, to hold her and tell her everything was okay, but she knew he was dead.

Henry held her shoulder loosely now, " Your husband isn't here, he's dead, I know exactly how you feel to clutch for someone who's not there," Henry murmured.

Kittie ended up grabbing ahold of Henry and hugged him tight, just because he was there. She knew he wasn't Joseph, he didn'y smell like she remembered, his hair wasn't the right length, but at that moment she didn't care she just held onto this stranger and cried.

Henry patted her on the back, he rubbed her back up and down the middle.

After a moment she stopped cry and loosened her grip. "I-i'm sorry.." She backs away.

" Oh no it's okay," Henry said.

"I-I.. I don't wanna kill you anymore.." She whimpered and used the wall as her guide and started to make her way to her room by herself.

Henry watched after her and he sighed he walked across the hall to his bedroom.

Kittie stepped out of her room and wandered aimlessly through the hallway, bumping into a wall every now and then.

Henry's eyes were closed, no he wasn't mocking Kittie, he just wanted to see what it was like.

Kittie stops and sniffs the air. "Oh.. You're still out here.."

" Yes I am, what was a few hours ago so bad that I can't come out of my own room anymore?" Henry asked turning around.

Kittie shakes her head. "No, that's not it.." She scratched the cut on her shoulder, making it bleed without noticing.

" Then what is it?" Henry asked as he touched his temple and he hissed in pain.