Dear Charlie,
Please do not worry. I am perfectly fine. They have locked me inside a tiny white room and left me with my thoughts. You know me well, so you know that this is my paradise.
I've managed to grab hold of a biro from one of the lazier staff, whom I found sleeping the day away behind his desk. I feared that if I could not write down my thoughts, I might just drown in them, and so here I am, scribbling on a piece of toilet paper like some deranged fool.
Please know how much I miss you. I cannot even fathom this emptiness I feel, but I have made it my life's work to escape this prison and return to you, and I know just the way to do so.
All those years I spent hovering about on the outskirts of this asylum have given me a great advantage. I can recall every nook and cranny of the outside world, and I know everything there is to know about this place, and so I've begun digging a tunnel.
If memory serves, I will eventually find myself on the other side of Mount Evgenia, free to escape the horrors of this place, and free to return to you. I know you too are locked away, but for the first time in my life, I've dared to hope. It seems I have adopted at least a fraction of your undying optimism, and now all I can do is work hard and pray.
Promise me you'll hold on until then.
Forever yours,
Tommy.
© A.G. Travers 2016
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Burnington Asylum
Horror"The asylum was not a place where madmen went to become sane; it was a place where sane men went to become mad." The year is 1952, and Thomas Wright has been committed to Burnington Asylum. The reason? He fell in love with a man. Determined to escap...
