The Bad Cop's Psycho Lover

6. In Which She Goes To An Asylum

Imade's POV

When I was young, a few years after my release from the hospital; I say release because I felt imprisoned being in the hospital for a very long time, I couldn't even make friends with anyone because I wasn't stable, I could flare up at anytime and because of fear, my father didn't let me associate myself with other people.

Apparently, staying away from people for so long had its toll on me and I became worse, I didn't know how to act around people anymore, little things people did irritated me, and so I got into fights with the kids at my school. I didn't like doing it, but I couldn't help it, it was scary, even for me.

It was then doctor Martin suggested I go to an asylum, Solands, promising me that I'd be better when I go there. My father didn't think much about it, so he sent me to Solands. Getting there, at first I was scared, everyone looked scary, and the patients had one mental problem from the other, it wasn't the environment I needed to recover, but I shut my tiny unstable mouth up, because I wanted to be better for my father. Father suffered a lot to take care of the restaurant, and I didn't want to add to his burden, so I agreed to do anything as long as it would make me better for father.

I still remember fathers tight hugs, the way he smiled at me and told me to be better. I was happy, I was doing something for him.

Because of the relationship I had with Doctor Martin, he pulled a few strings and I had a personal nurse called Naya, she was slim, tall and beautiful. She was so happy to have me, and always called me cool nicknames so I would feel good. Naya introduced me to a young boy, Richie, he was a few years older than me at the time, and he had D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder), but I didn't know that at the time.

Richie was always with me when Naya wasn't, and Naya was always with me when Richie wasn't; either way, I always had someone to talk to no matter what.

Eight weeks into my stay at the asylum, I felt like I could live there forever, until I started hearing rumors about Naya, and how she had a mental issue that no one knew the cause of, I didn't believe the rumors because Naya seemed pretty okay to me, she didn't look like someone who was mental in anyway. One day, I was playing with Richie and he then his aura changed, I knew I had to go get help, but I was panicking, so instead of running to go get someone like I originally planned , I ran and hid under my bed like I usually did whenever I felt scared. That night, we lost Richie, I couldn't help but think I was the reason he died; if only I had gone to get someone early, he wouldn't have died. I cried and told a few nurses I thought were my friends, but it turns they weren't, they went ahead to spread the news like wild fire. Everyone started calling me a murderer, I was bullied, and Naya wasn't there to help or save me; she had gone to the mall that day. When she came back and heard the story, she told me not to bother about the rumors, and that she didn't believe that I would kill anyone and that was enough for me; I didn't care what anyone said about me, as long as Naya believed me. That night, Naya set weather for my bath and when I got in, she tried to kill me.

I struggled and begged her to stop but she didn't listen, she kept talking about how I killed her only son. She said a word about Richie being her son, and Richie never talked about his family, so one one knew they had that relationship.

I was loosing my sanity quick, so with all my energy, I kicked my leg up and then whatever happened from there, I couldn't remember.

What I do remember is that, I woke up in a room filled with bright lights and doctors, including doctor Martin. Naya died that night, joining her son.

Patients and nurses called me different names, degrading names, scaring me for life. When doctor Martin noticed what was going on, he called for my dad and told him to come get me. I swore never to step my legs at Solands again, for any reason; but there I was, about to be shoved into the place like the criminal I was not.

Memories from my first stay at Solands came rushing in and I closed my eyes, trying to block out them all out, it wasn't going well.

"Move woman, we don't have time for this" one of the officers said to me. I shot him a nasty look, rolling my eyes as I let myself be pushed into the asylum.

"Oh hi, you're Imade, yes?" A nurse came to ask me. I nodded my head without looking at her, I didn't want anyone recognizing me. I know that no nurse would probably recognize me because my first coming was a very long time ago and I've aged well since then.

"I'll show you to your room" she smiled at me. I remembered her, her name's Jackie, she was one of those mean ones. She had her black hair packed into a messy bun, she looked like she had given birth to three children and whatever stress she was passing though was evident on her face.

"But first you guys need to take off the handcuffs, she's not in prison anymore" Jackie said to the officers. Not a prison my foot! This was the worst prison ever and I wanted to leave.

"Nothing funny, or you return to prison" the officer said to me and I rolled my eyes. I wasn't even a trouble maker to being with, trouble followed me everywhere I went and did it's thing.

I was released from my handcuffs and everything felt better.

"Come with me dear" Jackie said and I followed her. She took me to her office to get a few things done, and papers signed, after which she showed my to room.

"We don't appreciate trouble makers. I hear you were tried for murder, did you kill someone again?" She asked and my eyes popped out immediately.

"Did you think I wouldn't recognize our one and only murderer?" Jackie laughed.

"You're supposed to treat me, not make my mental issue worse, and jokes on you, I didn't kill anyone" I sassily told her.

"Really? Or you just can't remember because you're psycho?" She asked and I stood up from the bed immediately, walking to her.

"What are you going to do, kill me?" She asked, putting her face in my personal space.

"No, that's to predictable!" I told her, pushed her out of my room and locked the door.

It was then I realized that I couldn't stay at Solands,

I'd run mad. I had to think of an escape route.

I stayed locked up in my room for three days; after my encounter with Jackie, I didn't know what she had told the others, and although I could tell bullies off, I didn't want to cause any trouble, I needed to stay calm for myself; but if I was going to escape, then I would have to leave the room.

Just then, there was a knock on my door, I feared it was Jackie.

"Imade dear, you have a visitor" the voice came in. I was confused at who would come see my but I opened the door anyway.

Rita appeared in front of the door, I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back.

"The least you could do is tell me you're happy to see me" I smiled again, tears fell from her eyes.

Rita was like a mother, a sister and a best friend to me, but we weren't so close. She was a few years older than I am, and very beautiful. She had massive curves and a very pretty smile.

"You could've told me! You could've sent for me when this all happened, this was why I insisted that you let me lock up that night!" Rita yelled.

I pulled her inside the room and locked the door.

"What the hell? I had to hear all this from a very hot and sexy cop, that you were tried for murder and you're being sent here," she said. I smiled when she said "hot, sexy cop" Officer Braxton was really hot and sexy.

"How's the restaurant?" I asked her.

"How do you think? I came to work and saw the whole place taped, you where no where to be found and no one would tell us what happened. Customers came and kept asking what went wrong, but no one knew what happened so no one said a word. I called you countless times, went to your house, you weren't there. It was then someone told me that there was a murder, but they didn't know they whole story. Imade I thought you had died!" Rita cried and I hugged her.

"Well I'm alive and I don't think I'm dying soon" I told her and she laughed.

"What the hell happened?" She asked me and I narrated everything that had happened to her.

"Ten years? That's a lot!" Rita exclaimed, I nodded my head, agreeing with her. It was really a lot.

"I want you to take care of the restaurant for me, I'm sure investigations are done, so I want you to open up. Put a huge signboard outside saying the restaurant is opened and tell the other workers that I traveled and you don't know when I'll return" I told her.

"What if people start asking why the restaurant was closed?" Rita asked me.

"Tell them it had to be, or avoid the question. You'll have a lot of customers since the restaurant was closed for so long, and a lot of people would want to know what happened. Make sure all the food tastes great so that they come back next time" I told her and she smiled.

"I'm nothing compared to you, but I trained under you so I'll do my best" Rita said and I smiled. She hugged me and went out of my room.

Now that I know for sure that my restaurant was safe, it was time to think of an escape. Ten years in a s**t hole asylum wasn't for me; I had plans for my future, and it had nothing to do with being in a mental hospital. For the first time since I arrived, I stepped out of my room, to at least know if I could still find my way around, so my escape would be easy. The first time I was here, Naya took me around the asylum, she showed me everything and everywhere; she always said it's good to know the small exits that people don't know, Incase of an emergency and the doors are packed. Well, this was an emergency, and the doors were packed, I couldn't walk out through the door, if I was going to escape.

As I walked around the hallway, I kept hearing whispers about the ghost in the hospital that never left her room; I didn't need anyone to tell me that I was ghost, and since no one knew what I looked like except Jackie, my escape was bound to be easy. I could taste the freedom in my mouth already.

I was free from police and detective, so I could do whatever the hell I want without anyone questioning me. Not even Jackie had the audacity to question me. Sure I was not normal and I had lost a few knots in my head, but I wasn't stupid; I mean I was, but not anymore.