Escape From Verona Mountain Asylum

By Dominique

Emily Wells lives a not so normal life; taking care of her younger brother, going to high school, dealing the constant of bullies. But Emily has secret, a secret that nobody knows about, not even her own mother. She isn't the only one with a huge secret; what's in Ms. Keller's closet and how come she doesn't want anyone going in there? What Emily finds in the closet will change the way she sees high school and everyone in the school forever...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dominique
• Release date: Jun 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311835413

Dominique

My name is Dominique Smartt, I'm a upcoming writer from United States. I've been going to college for two years now, but I know my writing isn't as good as it could be. But I like to think I'm getting better at it in some cases. As far as writing, I mostly like writing friction with a twist of fantasy, supernatural, and horror. I like genres like that that keeps the reader interesting and wants to keep reading. I would like to have one of my books like that someday and that is my goal. And even though it seems like my goal is super far away, I would like to believe that it's getting closer and closer everyday.

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204 Escape From Verona Mountain Asylum

Chapter One

Emily's Point of View

I thought being one of those teenagers that were different from the others was a good thing. It does have its benefits but most of the time, it sucks. Different or the word that parents tend to overuse: unique. What does that word even mean now days? Is that a more polite way of saying weirdo or the word that people my age use: freak; the list goes on. I guess I should explain why I’m so different from the average teenagers.

I can find objects and people just by having a picture of that object or person. The Internet called it Clairvoyance. Every time I touch an object or a person, it’s like a blast of information about that person or object. It gets a bit annoying at times, but I'm learning how control it, somewhat.

I can also move object with my mind, like TK or Telekinesis. I can’t move a car or a plane or anything like that. Just objects that are about the same weight as me or lighter than me. My TK powers are based on my emotions, so when I get mad, it gets out in the worst of ways. But I’m learning how to control them a lot of better now that I’m almost nineteen.

And the last thing I can do is talk to ghost or spirits. Yes, I’m talking about the Ghost Whisper right now. I can’t see them all of the time; it only works when they want me to see them. I’m sure if I try hard I’ll see them all of the time, but I don’t want to see a bunch of transparent use-to-be beings. I think I’ll go mad if I see something like that.

My mother doesn’t know anything about that; I didn’t want to tell seeing that she has a lot on her plate right now. With dad leaving us with nothing, my baby brother being only eight. There are a lot of responsibilities that my mom has to deal with. And telling her about my crazy abilities that came out of nowhere, that’s not part of the plan.

My baby brother Elliott found out because he busted in my room and caught me practicing my TK abilities. Of course, I wouldn’t brush it off; he's eight so I told him everything, everything about my powers. He took it well, even though he was wondering why he didn’t get abilities like me.

To be honest, I don’t remember getting these abilities; I guess you can say it started when my father vanished. Or another word would be they awakened from sleeping when my father sort of disappeared. I don’t really know, Elliott is always wondering why I won't tell mom about my abilities. He knows exactly why, my mom has enough problems as it is. I don’t need my mother worrying about how I got my powers and will they ever go away. I don’t want them to, I mean they can be a pain to control sometimes but it's something that’s a part of me and that shouldn’t change.

Big sister, Elliott called from my bedroom door.

What is it? I asked having my back to him.

Mom says you're going to have to take me to school because she has to go to work early today. Elliott answered.

That’s fine; I have work today, so you're going to have to stay with grandma tonight. I said still getting my school supplies together.

Elliott groaned. Grandma is boring, why can't you stay here? he asked me.

I sighed and turned around to face my little brother. He had the same big olive eyes as me. His hair wasn’t as dark as mine; he had shaggy auburn hair while I had long curly jet black hair with annoying heavy bangs that gets in my eyes.

I walked over to him and kneel down to his level. You know why, I'm helping mom around the house and with the bills. So I won't be able to stay here with you and grandma. I answered frowning.

Why don’t you use your powers? he asked again.

I do use my powers, to clean the house. I'm not going to use my powers to get us money, that’s cheating. I stated standing on my feet.

But_

El, we are done having this conversation. I said interrupting him.

He glared at me. Fine, he turned and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

I sighed heavily and continued to get my books and other supplies in my black satchel.

That won't be the first time Elliott has pushed the issue of me using my powers to get more money for my mom to help the family. It's not like I don’t want to, it's just that I feel bad using my powers for something like that. And even if I do use my powers to get money; my mom is going to wonder how I got that much money. I'm already lying to her about having abilities, now I'm going to lie about getting the money.

Yeah, I don’t think so.

Once I got my supplies in my black satchel, I slipped on my red converses and dark grey jacket and rushed down the stairs. I walked in the kitchen and saw Elliott eating a bowl of Lucky Charms.

Did mom already leave? I asked opening the refrigerator and throwing random food items inside my bag.

Elliott nodded his head. Yep, she said she’ll be home a little over midnight. He answered between chews.

I glanced at the stove clock; 7:15, I ran into the dining room where Elliott was still eating his cereal. Do you have your lunch? I asked him.

Yep, I made it myself yesterday night. He answered nodding his head.

I smiled at him. Good job, kiddo, bag? I asked again.

Yep, it's right here. He answered pointing to his back.

Alright, let's go; I don’t want you to be late again. I said walking towards the front door.

Elliott took another huge bite of his cereal and hopped off his chair and walked out of the house first. I walked out after him and closed and locked the doors.

We only have one car and that’s moms, I learned how to drive about a year ago. Though I thought it was a bit useless because we don’t have another car and my high school is a ten minute walk. Elliott school is another ten minutes away from the house and my high school. So when my school ends, which is around 2:30, I walk over to my little brother school and pick him up. His school ends ten minutes after mines.

My mom always gets home around midnight, I always tell her not to push herself too much because it does take a toll on her body. She doesn’t listen to me; she always tells me that someone has to take care of the family. I been looking for more ways to support the family but nothing has come up. But then again, I live in Toronto; so not much is here.

As Elliott and I continued to walk to school, Elliott stopped shortly and started to stare at the graveyard that was across the church. I stopped too and turned around to see where Elliott has gone. He about five steps away from me, he was just staring at the graveyard.

I walked up to him. What's up Elliott? What are you looking at? I asked having concern in my voice.

He looked back at me with his olive green eyes full of wonder. Can you see any ghost or spirits right now? he asked me.

I frowned at him and looked in the direction where the graveyard was located. El, spirits, and ghost only come out at night, another thing; I can't just see them, they have to want to be seen. I explained.

Oh, that’s not cool; I want to see a ghost. Elliott pouted.

I gave him a troubled smile. Well, Halloween is four days away and I heard the line between this world and the spirit world is weakened. So it's a possibility you might see a ghost or spirit. I told him.

He lightens up and smiled happily. Really, a real ghost? he asked me.

Uh, sure but keep in mind that Mediumship is something I have, so I'm not sure if you're going to see them El. I said quickly.

I don’t care; at least one of us is seeing the spirit. Elliott said waving me off.

I swear I have the weirdest little brother in the world. But then again that’s probably my fault for telling him that I can communicate with the dead.

Chapter Two

I dropped my little brother off at his elementary school and was able to get to my high school with ten minutes to spare. I was certain that I was going to be late with that little detour that Elliott made me take. I swear telling him about my abilities was the worse idea I ever had.

I climbed the stairs and my locker was right at the steps, a very strange place to put a set of lockers. I put my combination in and took my black jacket off and placed it on the hook inside the locker. I smooth out my long sleeve burgundy hood and my black stripe skinny jeans. I kept my black satchel around my shoulder seeing that everything I need is in there. I closed my locker and literally jumped out my skin when I saw my childhood friend David behind it.

He laughed at me. Did I scare you Em? he asked me.

I gave him a dirty look. Ugh, you always do that. I said turning away from him.

I can't tell you how long me and David have known each other have; I think the first time we met was about twelve years ago in grade school. David’s parents die in a really bad car accident at the time and no one at school would talk to him. I think it was because they didn’t want know how or just afraid him.

I talked to him, I didn’t know why everyone was afraid of him, it's not like he lost all of his family; he still had his older brother James with him. I understand when parents aren’t there for you and you have no idea how to handle it. He lost both his parents and I have no idea where my father went. I would ask my mom about it but she would always brush it off or change the subject.

In the end, I just stop asking, if she didn’t want me to know; why should I put myself in that I'm not supposed to be in. David seems alright though, most of his sadness and loneliness he experience when he was little.

By the way, David has no idea that I have strange abilities; I didn’t want him to think I was some freak and then stop talking to me all together. The only person that really knows about my abilities is my little brother and he caught me practicing TK.

Hey sorry, but you know that huge field trip is coming up where we’re going to that creepy hospital or asylum? David asked catching up with me easily.

Yeah, I heard about it but I'm not sure if I want to go, I'm not big on visiting crazy people. I answered frowning.

Good point, but do you really want to spend twelve hours in school than visiting an asylum for extra credit.

I'm passing Health class with 112%; I don’t really think I need extra credit.

David gave me a disbelief look. Yeah, because you are a smart ass. he stated.

I giggled. Not my fault I know the material unlike someone I know. I said smiling as I narrowed my eyes to him.

Okay that’s just rude. David muttered scratching his black beanie.

I shook my head. So, are you going to the strange field trip? I asked looking up at him.

I don’t know, my bro isn’t all that happy either about me going to a creepy asylum but I told him its extra credit for going He agreed almost immediately and now I get to go. David explained smiling.

I'm surprised; usually your brother doesn’t even let you out of the house, as overprotective as he is of you. I said.

I know right, but I don’t blame him, he is my older brother, and he has every reason to be overprotective of me. It's getting quite old though, I'm almost nineteen; I think I can handle myself. David asked looking down at me.

I nodded my head in understanding. Good point, but you should always have someone there that is worried about you. My little brother is always worried about me and I have no idea why. I said casing my eyes to the ground.

He's like eight and you’re his older sister I think he has every reason to worry about his only older sister. David stated.

Good point, anyway, please don’t tell me the only reason why you're going on that field trip is because Cat is practically begging you to go? I asked changing the subject.

I already knew the answer to that question, I may not like it but Cat (the most popular and bitch of the week girl in the whole school) has the biggest crush on David. Even though she probably has dated the mass population of boys in our school, now she has sat her eyes on David.

I mean, I'm not jealous, I'm really not; Cat, and I live in two completely different worlds. She has it all and I have enough to get by. She been given everything and I work hard to earn what I want. She has straight blond hair, I have curly black hair. She has sapphire eyes, I have olive eyes. We are two completely different people with different personalities, two different worlds.

I mean, how doesn’t have a crush on David is the question, he not exactly popular himself but he is well known around the school. He chooses not to hang out with the Cat crowd but instead hang out with me. That just makes me feel even worse for not telling him about my abilities. He's the only friend I have in this school; everyone thinks I did something to my father for him to just disappear.

I live in Toronto, the word gets around quicker than a disease in this town, it's quite sad.

David pretty much looks like a younger version of his older brother James; light olive type skin but he is also mix. Soft blue and green eyes, nice smile, soft but raspy voice, dark brunette hair that he seems to be hiding seeing that he is always wearing some hat or beanie. He says he likes wearing beanies and seeing that no teachers call on him about it, he's going to keep wearing them. I just give him a disbelief look and shake my head.

Don’t even joke like that Em, the only reason why I'm going is because of the extra credit, if I fail my Health class, my brother is going to kill me. This has nothing to do with Cat even though she has been bugging me about it lately. David answered shrugging his shoulders.

I didn’t answer; I frankly didn’t know why I asked him that question because I didn’t care what Cat does on her free time. She literally has money to the ceiling and has nothing better to do with her life then go on a field trip my best friend so she can make out with his face.

What a waste of time.

Hey David! someone called from behind us.

I flinched a little but soon calm down when I recognize the voice that was calling David’s name: Cat.

Chapter Three

Great, there goes my plan…

I had it all planned out, I usually see Cat at lunch and gym; so I would spend my lunch on the staircase that was near my next class. I usually don’t hang around David at gym and let her have her fun with him so she wouldn’t bother me. The thought of hearing her voice makes my blood boil and my TK powers go haywire. I realize if I don’t show any emotion, then my powers won't show but if I get angry, like absolutely pissed. There might be a chance I might blow up the school without even thinking about.

David, there you are and you too Emily. Cat said slowly turning her head to my direction.

Calm down Em, you can do this; won't be the first time she has pissed you off to the full extent, I thought breathing out.

I turned my olive eyes to her and frowned but didn’t answer her.

Anyway, David have you decided about the field trip this Friday, it would be so awesome if you can come. She said turning her view to David.

New boots, new sweater, new jeans, new purse, nails done, hair done, what does she not have on her body that isn’t label new, I thought clenching my fist.

Suddenly, the locker door that was across from where we were standing suddenly whipped itself from the locker and towards Cat. She ducked and the locker door flew out the window that was to our right.

The whole hallway grew silent and everyone was staring at the new broken window and the locker. Everyone around us was asking what happened and if Cat was okay and what happened to the locker?

My eye wide and I was staring at the window as well.

Oh shit, I murmured to myself.

What the hell was that all about? Cat asked looking around for answers.

I narrowed my eyes to the ground.

Great, so much for keeping it under control and showing no emotion, I realized looking around the ground.

Cat, you alright; look like that locker door was coming right at you. David asked looking at the exposed locker.

She nodded her head. Yeah, no broken bones but you're right, that locker door was coming right at me. She stated.

Em, no glass_

I'm fine, I got to go. I interrupted turning away from them and walking through the crowd of teenagers to my class.

My first class, believe it or not is art. I like the class, it's calming, and my teacher is somewhat of a hippie. I don’t think she smokes weed though but she's into all that peace and nature and not eating meat thing. It's quite entertaining when she gets into her stories about how the world would be better if there was more peace.

Ain’t that the true?

The classroom reminds of me of a preschool room, there's colors everywhere and paintings of peace signs and flowers around the whole classroom. It's about fifteen of us and we sit in an awkward circle in the middle of the classroom. We have a canvas hanging on a stand and sometimes my teacher would have an object in the middle of the circle that we have to draw or paint or sketch.

I sit with my back to the window and David is sitting to my left with Peter (the quietest kid in the whole school) sits to my right. There are two jocks or what I call them: Cat’s zombie slaves and two other cheerleaders that hate Cat.

Now if my high school history is up to par, the cheerleaders use to be Cat’s bitch until last year; I wonder what happened. Probably something really pity and not even worth hearing because after all, it's high school.

Now I wouldn’t say I'm the best drawer or painter in the world but I'm a lot better than these clowns in this class that half ass everything. David is actually a lot better than me but he's a lot better with a spray can than a pencil but he's very talent. But when it comes to numbers, science, and history; he lacks hardcore. As for me, I can do all that in my sleep and I have done all that in my sleep.

I arrived quite early to class; no one was in the class even the teacher was nowhere to be scene. That was good because it gave me some time to think about the fact that I almost got caught using my TK.

I walked over to my stool and sat down sighing heavily and rubbing the sides of my head, while I close my eyes.

I really have to get a handle on my powers and my emotions or I’m going to end up doing something I'm seriously going to regret. I thought frowning at the blank canvas.

I looked up at the clock, it said 7:54; six minutes till class starts. I stood up from my stool and looked around the classroom looking at the different drawers on the wall. I walked over to the hanging drawers of landscapes. I saw my drawing hanging in the middle of the five other drawings. It was a watercolor landscape of a sunset crossing over an ocean with a ship sailing.

Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine; I spun around to meet nothing but an empty classroom. I moved to the closet that our teacher told us to never to go in. She said something about it being cursed or something.

I looked around the classroom again and walked over to the closet and grabbed the door knob and closed my eyes and started to focus. My eyes turned fogging white from olive and suddenly a blast of memories came rushing into my mind.

This is one of the perks of having Clairvoyance; I'm able to find out everything about an object or a person. It doesn’t matter what it is, that object or person has some history behind it.

The door was showing the teacher walking through the closet and having strange chemicals and hospital beds. It also had needles and lab coats. The room was also full of sharp tools and another closet inside of the closet.

Wow, for a teacher that’s always talking about peace, she sure has a way of showing it, no wonder why she didn’t want anyone coming in here. Just what the hell is all this hospital equipment doing in an art room? I wondered.

It also showed another teacher and a student that I never seen around the school talking and having a conversation that I couldn’t hear quite well with Ms. Keller. The only thing I got from that conversation was something about helping the doctor with the experiments and preparing for another important experiment.

What the hell are they talking about? I wondered trying to hear the conversation clearly but for some reason, I was getting a lot of interference.

Before I could farther into the flashback, I felt a warm hand land on my shoulder. I broke out of the flashback instantly and spun around to meet soft dark eyes.

Chapter Four

David, I breathe out looking shocked.

He gave me a soft smile. Uh Em, what are you doing? Class is about to start. He told me.

I looked passed him and saw students were walking into the classroom and taking their seats on the stools. The teacher wasn’t here yet, I guess that was a good thing seeing that I was about to go into the forbidden closet.

I shook my head. Nothing sorry, I muttered walking pass him to my stool. He followed me and took a sit next to me.

What the hell was I just looking into? I wondered turning my view to the closet.

Em, hey earth to Emily. David said waving his hand in my face.

I didn’t look his way; I just kept staring at the closet. Hey David, what if I told you something about the Ms. Keller, would you believe me? I asked sounding distance.

Depending on what it is. He answered.

I didn’t answer back; my attention was on that closet door.

I guess, we all have our dark secrets huh Ms. Keller, I realized frowning at the door.

I'm some kind of mutant from X-men and you have some kind of hospital inside of an art room, how ironic, I thought narrowing my eyes.

But that’s not what's bothering me, what the hell is all that hospital equipment inside of an art closet? Who was she talking to you that day? I’ve been in