Atlantic Asylum Diary Entries (Alan Ashby POV)
Entry #12
I woke up to loud banging on my door. I shot up quickly, jumping to the conclusion that it was austin and swung the door open quickly with a stupid smile. Only to get knocked to the ground from a punch in the face from Ronnie. I screeched a bit, what the fuck?
After I contained myself I stood, my stomach tightened as my eyebrows furrowed and my fists clenched.
"What the fuck, asshole?" I practically spat into his face, I'm almost one hundred percent sure I actually sprayed him a bit and now I think about it, I'm laughing.
He didn't say anything though and continues beating me to the floor. I don't wanna be isolated so I was in not going to retaliate in any way - only try and push him off of him which didn't work. Next thing I know I hear footsteps, it was austin charging down the hall. He pulled Ronnie off of me and started laying into him himself and I kinda just led there like a idiot and stared.
What the hell was going on? Why was ronnie so mad? Where had austin been? Where the fuck did he even come from? Before I could even find the words to say anything they were being pulled apart and that's when I noticed austin was covered in bruises and cuts.
Austin was isolated. For two days. Ronnie's in the care unit waiting to get some kind of operation to fix the broken nose austin had so wonderfully given him and I was cleared up of all the blood residue that was left on my face. It took the doctors and nurses a long time to realise that Ronnie needed to be in isolation too and I questioned them about it. They're pissy excuse was "he's got a broken nose alan! He's seriously hurt." I couldn't give a flying fuck about him being hurt, I really couldn't.
Anyway tomorrow is when I can ask austin all the things I wanna know. Where he'd been. Where the bruise came from. Why he was covered in bruises and cuts and why he'd stormed out of the diner.
I'm about to numb my body with shitty drugs until I pass out cause my head hurts from asking myself questions only austin knows the answer to and I really fucking miss him being here.
After I contained myself I stood, my stomach tightened as my eyebrows furrowed and my fists clenched.
"What the fuck, asshole?" I practically spat into his face, I'm almost one hundred percent sure I actually sprayed him a bit and now I think about it, I'm laughing.
He didn't say anything though and continues beating me to the floor. I don't wanna be isolated so I was in not going to retaliate in any way - only try and push him off of him which didn't work. Next thing I know I hear footsteps, it was austin charging down the hall. He pulled Ronnie off of me and started laying into him himself and I kinda just led there like a idiot and stared.
What the hell was going on? Why was ronnie so mad? Where had austin been? Where the fuck did he even come from? Before I could even find the words to say anything they were being pulled apart and that's when I noticed austin was covered in bruises and cuts.
Austin was isolated. For two days. Ronnie's in the care unit waiting to get some kind of operation to fix the broken nose austin had so wonderfully given him and I was cleared up of all the blood residue that was left on my face. It took the doctors and nurses a long time to realise that Ronnie needed to be in isolation too and I questioned them about it. They're pissy excuse was "he's got a broken nose alan! He's seriously hurt." I couldn't give a flying fuck about him being hurt, I really couldn't.
Anyway tomorrow is when I can ask austin all the things I wanna know. Where he'd been. Where the bruise came from. Why he was covered in bruises and cuts and why he'd stormed out of the diner.
I'm about to numb my body with shitty drugs until I pass out cause my head hurts from asking myself questions only austin knows the answer to and I really fucking miss him being here.
Notes
I updated twice tonight cause my girlfriend managed to convince meShe also managed to convince me to upload another so
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12/27/13