Asylium part II

The doors close. The elevator begins to move. Helped by the emergency light, I see blood, again. What the fuck happened here? It seems like someone tried to paint the metallic in red by making a thick line of blood at the edges and letting the closing and opening mechanism spread it. I get kind of dizzy. My head spins. I wonder if it’s the smell of blood, the sight of Jay’s body or a mix of both, but if it goes on, I might just puke. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My head spins faster. Definitely, the smell of blood is not helping in any way.

Fuck! What is taking so long? I mean, only four floors and still it feels like an eternity. There is no calm music to keep me company. I am all alone, alone with the damn blood. I look around, trying to find something to distract me. You know what they say: “Careful what you wish, you just might get it.” Well, there it is! A short length of intestine is coming out of the aeration trap. Gross. My mind analyze the image and send a signal back that says: this is too much for you. I puke a nice pool right at my feet. I let myself fall back, leaning against the wall of the elevator and then I let myself fall to the floor.

I press my hands on my face and start to cry. Why the fuck am I here? What the hell happened? Why is there so much blood? Who could have done such a thing? And I yell a scream of anger, sadness and despair. It has all in one. It’s so satisfying. It almost feels like I lost two-hundred pounds just by screaming. I take a deep breath, again. The air has changed. It doesn’t have the iron smell it had earlier. The odor of blood is somewhat reduced. I open my eyes and look at the door. It’s opened. I’m at the seventh floor. The floor no one could enter. I’m there.

I get up slowly. HA FUCK! Getting up in an elevator plus a pool of puke near you equal hands in the aforementioned pool. Damn! If only Jay’s corpse was near, I could wipe my hands on his nurse uniform. So now I’m up. I walk toward the exit of this goddamn moving metal box. SHIT! Now I WALKED in the famous sea of puke. I try to think about something else. As soon as I realize where I am, my mind gets off my shoe. I’m in an office. There is no blood here.

This place feels weird. It contrasts with the third floor. It’s luxurious and clean. The walls are all windowed. The light of day temporary blinds me. Behind me, the elevator’s doors close and the cage move. I turn around, wondering who the hell might have called the elevator. I press the button to call it back but it doesn’t stop until it reached the second floor. The cafeteria? What the fuck is going on here? I turn my attention back to the office. It feels like I’m in the office of the president of the United-State. What the hell will I find here?