We are but weeds... May 23, 2018 3:48:59 GMT
Post by W05W on May 23, 2018 3:48:59 GMT
I am jolted awake by a Chaser, who beats the bars of our cell with his club.
The inmates of Ward 05 are all soon awake and standing in a line, heads down. He directs us out into the corridor and leads us toward the stairs. The splintered wood grain pulls at my stockings as we trudge down flight after flight, eventually coming to the Asylum's main floor. We are directed past the dining hall, much to our confusion and disappointment. Instead we are herded towards the back of the Asylum, down long hallways, until we reach the wide double doors that lead out to the walking yard. A Chaser is waiting at the door with a dirty sack, which I soon learn is full of old bread scraps. We are each handed a meager piece as we are pushed out into the cool Spring morning.
With the weather improved I suppose they find it easier to have us mill about out here when we are not in treatment, and I must say I don't mind one bit. I nibble at my bread as I walk across the unkempt courtyard. It is a mix of cobbled stones and tall grass, interspersed with weeds. As one raised in the middle class I am unused to seeing the dandelions and wild rosemary, such things would be cleared immediately by gardeners to make way for more exotic plants, but I rather like them. There is an unappreciated beauty in the fragrant stalks and bright flowers.
Finishing my bread I find a seat beneath a willow tree, and begin weaving a crown of the dandelions and violets which are growing in its shade. Hopefully I will be joined by more girls as the other Wards are woken and the day progresses.