Upstairs she lay in bed still waiting, frustrated, staring out the window. She sighed. It was hard to believe it was the seven year anniversary of her little brother’s fatal car accident. She lit a candle in his memory. She wondered if he was in a better place, or just no place at all.

She was having trouble accomplishing much of anything this week. She wasn’t sure if it was her medication, the stress of the wedding she was going to and the fuss of wearing of the “ruffle dress”, or just the general stress of life that was getting to her, but something was eating her up. Something was nagging at her, bothering her. She was waiting.  What was she waiting for?

Her mind thought of Mulysa for a brief moment and the sheer terror of going back to that Asylum had her frightened. Was she waiting for Mulysa to have some one come pick her up? Was she waiting to be committed herself? She didn’t want to see those tile walls again. She didn’t want to think about the man mopping the walls, and what he might be mopping off of them. She didn’t want to be locked in, looking out at the beautiful old oak tree, and the lovely park benches, the bird baths, and the neatly manicured flower beds.

She pushed those thoughts aside and went back seven years to the phone call that her brother was dead. He’d been the passenger in a car accident, a friend driving too fast, two boys gone way too soon. A funeral full of adoring friends and family, she became weak in the knees at the sight of his blue casket. She wanted to open it, to see him and to say goodbye but it would not be allowed. She should have insisted. To this day she still wishes she had seen him, no matter what condition he was in. She could have handled it. She’d seen worse. She needed that closure. Now he is forever riding clouds on his snowboard in her mind.

Doone lay downstairs knowing his Mistress was in miserable shape.  He didn’t want to be a bother so he let himself out. . .

In Loving Memory of Joshua  1984-2003

Something felt different about the house this morning, and a knock at the door startled her into a heart palpitating panic. She threw on a robe (or dressing gown as the English called it) and opened the front door. A taxi was waiting outside and a note was pinned to the door. She grabbed the note which read:

Please come see me immediately. Leave as soon as the taxi arrives. ~Mulysa

She figured this must be important and she grabbed her purse and out the door she went. 

The taxi driver was a soft spoken older gentleman who immediately commented on her blue fuzzy slippers. His daughter had a pair just like them and it reminded him that he needed to call her. He knew already where he was taking her, and he had a very kind manner as he shared stories about his family along the drive.

When they arrived at the iron gates she got out her purse to pay but he waved her off saying it had already been taken care of. She tried to at least tip him and he said that her company alone was plenty and wished her well. He got out and opened the door for her, took her hand in his and told her to believe in herself and she would be fine in life…and with that he was gone.

She walked along the paths with the flowers and the bird baths. She sat on a bench for a moment and looked up at the windows. The sun was shining and the clouds were still moving quite quickly. . .

The old Security Guard who had once come out to see her before had been replaced by another equally old Security Guard who also came out to see if she needed assistance. She told him that she’d received an urgent message from Mulysa, a patient here, and he asked her to step inside while he checked the computer. She was actually surprised they even had a computer. By the looks of the ivy crawling up the beautiful old brick and other architecturally interesting features, this building was quite old and one might suspect technology hadn’t entered this world. 

She did notice one thing as she peered down the hallway through a locked windowed door. All the walls were tiled. It was so…medical…or something.  She imagined there must be good reason, and dreaded what those reasons could be. It certainly didn’t give off a homey feel.

The Security Guard was having trouble finding the name and she was getting anxious waiting in this increasingly uncomfortable building. The beauty on the outside was not matched on the inside, that was for sure.

“Miss, you say she sent you an urgent letter to come here now? And had a taxi sent for you?” 

“Yes, she did. I wouldn’t have come dressed this way if it wasn’t urgent” she said fidgeting in her robe and trying to hide her blue fuzzy slippers away from his view.

“Well Miss, we haven’t had anyone by that name in over 30 years. I remember that little girl too. She was untreatable. She never could have sent you  a message like that”

“I see. Thank you for your time.  If you could call me another cab, I best be going. This must have been a gag played on me by a friend and I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I’m going to go sit on one of the benches and wait.”

“OK Miss. Some friends you got.”

She went outside and sat down on one of the benches, happy to get outside and away from the tile walls she hoped she’d never have to see up close. She bent down to pick up a stone from the ground that had sparkled and caught her attention when she heard Mulysa speak.

“Thank you for coming” Mulysa said in her sweet little girl voice.

“Um, yeah, no problem. You do realize you are really close to making me a patient here?”

“I have a message for you, but time is running short and I must go. You’ll have to come back another day. I’ll send another note”

And with that, she was gone. . .

A man came out to the bench dressed in a security uniform.  He was an old man, his face weathered by the sun, his uniform a bit large and in need of ironing. He asked her if she was okay and did she need him to make a call for her. This was no place for a  young woman to be sitting around. She wasn’t that young, but he was pretty old. And she thought she belonged here, but perhaps she did not. She looked up at the window and saw Mulysa, the little girl from before, smiling down on her.

“Ma’am, you don’t belong here in this here Asylum, you best be getting home” he said.  “I can call you a cab if you like.”

The man sauntered off and into the building and she sat fidgeting her slippers and holding her clothing tightly around her. She thought she belonged here. She reached down again to fix her slipper and as she rose up, Mulysa was sitting beside her. 

“You startled me” she said.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” Mulysa said.

“Yeah, that’s what the guard said” but when she turned to face her again, Mulysa was gone.

The cab pulled up and she hesitated getting in, wondering what the driver must think, a woman in blue fuzzy slippers catching a cab in front of an Asylum.  The ivy growing up the brick looked so lovely today. The flowers were in bloom.  The oak tree so magnificent.  But it wasn’t her time…

She looked down and saw she was wearing blue fuzzy slippers and shifted uncomfortably at the thought of this being noticed. There wasn’t anyone around but the iron doors were slightly ajar. She wasn’t sure if she should enter and sit down on a bench or walk away. Where would she go? She decided she would go inside and sit down.  There was so much on her mind. 

A little girl came and sat next to her.

“It’s getting late!”  the little girl said… “My name is Mulysa.  M-U-L-Y-S-A.”    

She looked over at the little girl’s pale face and dark eyes and wondered if she should have been outside unattended. She also thought that was a very unique spelling for the name.  She looked down at her blue fuzzy slippers again embarrassed, but when she lifted her head, Mulysa was gone.

She stood up and looked around when movement from a window caught her eye.  It was a little girl who looked just like Mulysa up on the third floor looking out the window. . .

She was still there, still standing OUTSIDE the gate, but she suspected she felt more like an occupant.  ZOMBIE-girl was the only thing that came to mind to describe the way she felt today.  She didn’t care much for it.  It wasn’t conducive to getting much done since she wasn’t steady on her feet, but she was trying to be optimistic that these things take time to get adjusted to.   The whole point was to get her up and going and to get her to mourn the loss of her former life and move on.

That said…she was going to stay on the outside of the gate as long as she could.  She just hoped she didn’t scare anyone. Zombies can be scary after all.

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