Coldstone Ridge Asylum
Drowned
Sometimes when swimming we would feel the urge to stay under water, just for the sake of it. To float, to feel weightless. As if the body water is inviting us to go deeper and deeper. While you can still hear noises from the surface, splashes your feet make, sound of people, but they all would be muffled by the dynamic of the water.
That is the exact thing Nina could remember about her first day in the asylum. She was heavily sedated that her vision and hearing felt like they were blurred, like everything were heard and seen from under the surface of water. She was fourteen.
Her father, Jonathan Pietro Soresi was a soldier. He died in France during D-day. He was a hero, Nina's hero. Her mother, Eleanor, remarried soon after she was widowed. Nina was only six years old at the time. Knowing that her father would never come back and that another man is going to take the place.
Eleanor died of an unknown disease not long after Nina's twelfth birthday. That was when everything takes turn. Her stepfather stayed for the insurance money, and for something even more sinister. Nina realized that he begin to order every maids to seize their chores and even forbade them from entering the house once the daylight was gone. No one would stay inside the house but her and her stepfather.
That is when Nina learned to know nights of horror, every time she heard his footsteps stopped in front of her bedroom door. One blood stain on her sheet and she felt like her life was over. Nina started to refuse to go to school, or play with her friends anymore. She isolated herself upon the feeling of disgust that grew bigger inside herself.
Then begin the screaming, the anger, and aggression Nina would project to others. Everyone thought they can help her, for a while. All she had was a handful of family maids and few distant relatives who only have enough concerns to call for further help.
One further ignorant decision, an evil encouragement from the stepfather who delightfully abused his power as a sole legal caregiver, and Nina ended on the facility. Taken from the only home she ever knew, wasted away in the supposed best years in any young girls life. She is now a patient at a psychiatric hospital, a young soul abandoned and left unloved as a series of number and prescription.
First year was the hardest. Days when it was so hard for her to even open her eyes. When all she know was helplessness. The doctors thought that the medication helps. They sure did, enough to keep her down, but the most of what it was worth is that she is no longer with his stepfather. She was not in neverland, but she was safe from him.