It had been exactly one month and two weeks since Daniel Fetzer was committed to Eldrich Asylum.

Schizophrenia is what they claimed he had. He knew that was a lie, but by this point, he honestly just didn't really care. He knew he was fucked from the moment his parents called the Asylum. He knew he wasn't going to be leaving this place, and it's something he was able to accept fairly quickly, by this point in his life. He needed to, he didn't have any other choice.

People who could see monsters were not considered sane people.

He sat in the corner of a large, blindingly white recreational room, his knees puled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs, his chin resting on his knees. His pale blue eyes, which peeked out from just underneath the tangled birds nest of hair on his head, watched the others that were in the room with him. Calmly. Carefully.

There were three other patients in the room with him. One of them was sitting on a couch in the center, looking absent-mindedly out of one of the barred up windows. He looked like hell. The other two patients were sitting at a table together, playing with a chess board. 

Along with the four of them were three orderlies, who stood on the other side of the room, one behind a gated window, surrounded by the medications of the patients, the other two on the outside. They were talking about something exciting, and Daniel was just barely able to make out some of the words they were saying.

[i]"...the new patinet?"[/i]

[i]"...had a letter opener...to kill him."[/i]

[i]"...angerous girl"[/i]

Daniel sighed out, shaking his head a bit as he listened in. Another person being brought in and thrown into this fucking maze of a building with a bunch of other fucked up people. And she was violent too! Great! In the past month alone, he had seen three other new patients enter the building.

[i]Jesus fucking christ...[/i] he thought. [i]Can this place really get any fucking worse?[/i]

Yes. 

And he had no idea just how bad it was gonna get.