So here we are in 2012. I have little to no internet connection but I'm hoping to change that soon. If not I'll spend my days in coffee shops because I just can't stand not being on the blog writing all these letters. I have so much fun doing it and I hope all of you sprinkles enjoy reading them. Also I don't know if you heard but Filthy Victorians in the Dark is finally done! Here is the link right here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6XZXuTgCh8 . Also we took a trip to Austin, TX here is that link also http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TEj5IWfuT88 . Anyway on to the main event the Asylum Letters. I hope you all enjoy it.
Always with love and icing kisses,
J.S.
Asylum Letter IX from Lizzie Lobotomy at the Bastille Asylum for Misfits and Miscreants
King Takes Queen
I didn’t sleep for days after my father’s death. On the off chance that I was overcome by sleep I would dream of him falling and having to listen to that sickening sound of bone snapping was just too much to bear. Every time I sit in his office I keep expecting him to burst through the door and scold me for sitting in his chair. I miss him terribly. The funeral was well. Father is now buried next to Mother. I wonder now if he’s seen her now that he’s in Heaven. Are they watching over me? Am I making them proud?
Ben has been so helpful. I don’t know what I’d do without him. He has been my anchor in all of this chaos. I love him so much. I couldn’t bear anything else to happen now.
"Elizabeth?" I look up to see Ben holding up more papers that needed signing. "Are you feeling well?"
"I’m am." I lied. "Just a bit tired that’s all. How goes the investigation?" Ben looked down at his feet.
"Elizabeth, you already know the officers’ report." He took his hand to rest on my shoulder. "They ruled your father’s death as—"
"Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Doctor!" I snapped. "My father was an intelligent man, a sane man. He would never do something so against his nature. Suicide is for the mad." I turned around to the newly replaced window. I gingerly brought a hand to the glass. Bars had been placed behind it to prevent any "accidents" from happening again.
"I heard someone in this room with him." My hand slowly clenched into a fist. "I heard father struggling before the glass shattered. And when I looked outside the window—"
"Elizabeth—" Ben tried to stop me.
"There was someone there with him, standing over his body." I stood up and turned around. "I did not imagine it, it wasn’t a bout of hysteria, and I know I saw someone. Why does everyone keep insisting that I’m wrong? None of you were there."
"But the orderlies were." Ben snapped. "They didn’t see anyone, only you. You have no proof other than your word against four men."
"I suppose if it was only one that would be enough to convince a court that I was wrong, wouldn’t it?" I mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing." I sigh. "It just doesn’t make sense." I pulled Father’s old pocket watch from my apron and opened it. "It’s time for the afternoon rounds. I’ll be back shortly." I felt Ben’s hand on my shoulder.
"Maybe you should rest." I felt his grip tighten. "It’ll put my mind at ease."
"Stop treating me as if I'm glass!" I shook off his hand. "I am fine, Benjamin. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have rounds to do." I stepped out of the office and slammed the door behind me. I smoothed my apron before I made my way down the halls towards Ward A.
I did my best not to cry in front of others. It was hardest when I was in the Asylum. My entire life had been here and every turn around a corner there was a memory waiting for me
I'm walking down the hallway with Father as instructs me about the different types of insanity. How I needed to be educated in all these matters, for women are more susceptible to madness. I'm writing down all my notes on the inmates and Father beams with pride. I turned down the corridor past the Operating Room. I'm fourteen years old and Father is showing me the proper way to lobotomize patients. I couldn't help the tears that began to form in my eyes. I could still hear his voice, I could still smell the tobacco from his pipe, and I could still feel his hand on my shoulder, guiding me.
I don't know how I ended up there but somehow I was standing in front of Scarlet's cell.
"Aww, is wittle Wizzie crwing?" I heard him mock me. It was completely unacceptable and the fact that I was falling apart in front of him was just too much. "Are you really crying?"
"I bet you're enjoying this." I said through sobs. " 'Look there's Lobotomy, a crying mess. She got what was coming to her. All alone with no father. How hilarious'."
"I don't think that." He said very seriously. "As much as it pains me to say, I actually feel sorry for you."
"Well, that's just wonderful!" I snapped. "That's just what the doctor ordered. Pity from a lunatic!" I fell to my knees and continued to sob. Out of the corner I could see that Scarlet was at the bars of the cell and also on his knees. "What?"
"My mother died of a fever when I was seven." He said to me. "She was delirious through most of it." He chuckled. "At one point she forgot who I was. It was horrible to see that my own mother didn't even remember that she had a son." He paused and cleared his throat. "My father died when I was thirteen. Some vagrant stabbed him and stole his purse. I was alone for three days before an officer came to take me to an orphanage."
I looked up at stared at his back against the bars.
"I became an assistant to Edmund Sadini when I was fourteen and he taught me the art of magic and illusions." He continued. "He was a nice man but one day his heart gave out. I was eighteen at the time."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"People die, Elizabeth." He said simply. "Sometimes I think that there is some reason behind the death and the pain but I don't think there really is. Death just happens. It's stupid and it's inevitable. But despite that they still live on. All the memories of the people that we have lost live on through us, their successors. By telling others of them or having children and naming them after our fathers, mothers, or whomever continues their legacy."
Why was he being so kind to me? Scarlet had never once said my name to me before. Always 'Lizzie' or 'Lobotomy' never Elizabeth. Was he trying to comfort me?
"Or maybe I'm wrong." He said. "Maybe there is a Heaven above us all and all of our family is there watching us. Maybe the warm presence we feel when a memory of them surfaces is their angels smiling down on us. Despite locking me away, I liked your father."
"I did too." Naughty chimed in. "I felt really bad about his eye. I wonder if he ever forgave me for that."
"Stop talking." I muttered.
"Sorry."
"Not you." I said. "The other one. You...you were fine....Thank you." I stood up slowly and Scarlet followed in suit.
"You're welcome." He said and then wrapped his arms around me. I went to scream but he stopped me. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm offering sympathies." He pulled me in closer to the bars. "Tomorrow, however, we go back to being mortal enemies."
"Agreed." He patted my back and let me go. "For a moment I thought you were about to kiss me."
"Please." He laughed. "You're not my type. Now get back to 'curing the insane' or whatever nonsense you do."
And I did. What a day it had been already. Jason Scarlet had embraced me and had made me feel better. I really didn't think that the day could become any more strange but after doing all my rounds and delivering medications I found out I was wrong. A simple twist of the doorknob to my office proved to be the worst choice I could make.
"Oh, uh, here she is."
I looked to find Ben staring at me with a confused look on his face. I turned my eyes to my chair with someone else sitting in it. A young man with slicked back hair. He was dressed as if he had just returned from a funeral. The only white on his person, besides his skin, was the kerchief in his breast pocket. His spectacles were gold and bright.
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't realize that we were to have company today." I curtsied. The man in my chair chuckled. "Sorry?"
"I never dreamed you'd be so...polite, Elizabeth." There was a slight accent in his voice. "You don't recognize me? Oh, Elizabeth, I'm hurt. Maybe you'd remember me if I was cowering next to you?"
"Eriq?" My eyes grew. "Eriq Bastille? Is that really you?" He smiled at me.
"Yes it is. I'm back."
"But how? Why?"
"Father died." Eriq began. "About a year ago. He fell asleep and just never woke up. We were working in Paris and I just felt so alone. I had heard about your father and I felt the need to come back to my old home and help the girl that was so much like a sister to me."
"Oh, Eriq, that is so kind of you." I smiled. "I can't wait to hear all about your life since you left and to run the asylum together--" He broke off into laughter. "Why are you laughing?"
"Elizabeth, I didn't come back to run the asylum with you." He smiled again. "I came to take it back."
"Excuse me?"
"Henry Bastille was the true owner of the Asylum but he left in it your father's care. Now that you're dear father has passed I've come to claim my birthright." My face froze. "Oh don't worry. You'll still be employed here. I'll have another room made for all the other nurses and orderlies. We'll also have to hire some new doctors. Some new blood to revitalize the heart of this place."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had it. I had it! The Bastille Asylum was under my control and this, this, sniveling little rat was trying to take it away from me.
"Now to check the patients." Eriq said.
"I've just finished rounds." I said.
"And I'm sure you did a wonderful job." He said as he took Ben's copy of the master key and exited the room. We both quickly followed. "It's been so long I can't wait to see the new inmates."
"See them?" I shouted to him. "You were terrified of them before."
"Childish fears." He shouted back. "Besides it's like going to the zoo, eh, Elizabeth?"
How he was able to find his way so easily? How long had it been and yet he still knew all the twists and turns of this whole place. I couldn't believe that this was the same Eriq that I knew. He was more confident, taller, stronger, and much more enthused about the insane than he had ever been as a child. I was sure that the old Eriq had been replaced by this man. It couldn't be him.
Somewhere along the way Ben had left us and Horace and Jasper began to chase after me. We all finally caught up with him just as he was about to reach the doors of Ward C.
"Eriq, is this really necessaryYou’ve only been here for a few minutes."
"I need to see all patients, Elizabeth." He said. "Reading records and reports is nothing compared to seeing them with my own eyes."
We stopped in front of Cell 3, Macabre and Scarlet. The both looked over to us. Scarlet locked his eyes on Eriq and gasped. He looked terrified of Eriq. Something metal clanged on the floor. I started to look for the source.
"Who are you?" Macabre asked and I looked over to Eriq
"My name is Eriq Bastille." He said. "I will be taking over this asylum as well as the position of Chief of Medicine. ‘Doctor’ or ‘Sir’ will be appropriate." He smiled to himself. It was a cold, dark smile "I’m looking forward to getting to know you both." Both of the boys shivered. When did Eriq become so menacing?
"It’s good to be home." Eriq sighed. "Well inmates to meet, medications to try. I'm sure you'll two understand. We'll have a more formal talk later." He gave them a small wave before continuing down the hall.
Again, I was in complete awe. It was almost as if I had seen two people. Eriq, happy and childish, and the other man, menacing and cold. Maybe I was hysterical. I looked over to cell one last time. I noticed something near the bars. I gasped and quickly grabbed my key. It must have fallen from my neck while Eriq was talking. I quickly looked back at Macabre and Scarlet. Scarlet was on the floor his back against the wall. He looked on the verge of tears. He looked scared. What was he muttering?
"The end, the end, the end, the end." He mumbled. "The broken tower. White Queen will be taken by the Black King. Black all black."
"Jay? Jay! Snap out of it." Macabre tried to rouse him out of his episode.
I began back down the corridor. I didn't like any of this. I was not going to take Eriq's return without a fight. I would regain my lost position and I would get my Asylum back.
At any means necessary.
Sincerely,
Lizzie Lobotomy
