The Asylum

The smallest change can change a life, or several, forever. It was something that snapped in her head, like a dry little twig on a well-visited path in the forest, just waiting for someone to step on it. And someone did. It escalated from there. She heard voices, one in particular. A deep man’s voice, worn out but demanding. She knew who he was. He told her to end it all, that it would be best if she just took her daughter’s life before she ended her own. She finally gave into these voices. After she choked her daughter in her sleep with a pillow she carefully placed her favorite doll in her arms, stepped out on the road in the pitch black night and waited. The driver, a younger man, saw her not a second too late and managed to pull aside.

That’s how she ended up here, in Silvercrest Asylum.