ALIVE

Esmeralda observed quietly,her eyes scanning the dimly lit asylum as the superintendents roamed back and forth,with their trays of food and drugs, tending to the patients who had descent into madness.The pungent scent of antiseptics lingered in the air,filling it with an ever-present heaviness.

The cries and screams of the patients echoed through the walls,a cacophony of their nightmarish visions that made her heart ache.She watched keenly as some keepers rushed out of other rooms amidst sobs,fear etched on their faces.Though some of them feared the rooms they had been assigned to,they considered themselves lucky enough to be given other rooms apart from the one on the fifth floor,where her cousin had been taken to.