Asylum-Personal Narrative

Asylum

(Dotted lines act like changes in perspective)
Tyler sat in the car waiting, he was anticipating everything to go wrong at any given moment, that always happened. We will probably hit a moose or something, he thought as Tyler, and his dad were driving through the British Columbia rockies, driving to where they would eventually set up camp, in a forested area. Two of his friends were going to meet him there, as long as everything went according to plan, which it seemed to never do. But after five and a half hours of driving, they finally made it. Tyler dropped out of the small SUV and looked around at his surroundings, their campsite was small, about the size of a large classroom, with trees as tall as giants surrounding them, down
He yelled out, hoping someone could hear him. However, only one person could hear him “Well hello, finally you’ve stopped yelling, that’s unfortunate, I love hearing the screams of my victims.”
Victim. Tyler hated that word, he was used to always being in control. He realized that he still had his gun strapped to his hip, if he could only reach down with his restraints, just a little farther. “Those friends of yours have been sure to leave by now, they wouldn’t want to risk their lives for someone like you”
Stay distracted, Tyler thought, his finger touched something, the handle of a revolver, he grabbed it and shot the thing in the eye. Screaming could be heard through the asylum, hedropped the key to his restraints, and he caught it and unlatched his other hand before the doctor, yeah, that’s what he would call it, the doctor could reorientated itself. He ran down the corridor until he bumped into Isaac, he look horrified, along with Isabelle. “Well hello again, hows your finger.”
Tyler looked down at his right hand. He was missing a finger. And the Doctor was right behind
“Lift up that beam, i’ll make it out.”
Tyler could tell Isabelle barely had enough strength to carry Tyler up the hill, and back up to the campsite. Tyler still felt like they hadn’t escaped the nightmare, but when Tyler lay in bed that night, he fell asleep instantly.
Two months later, Isabelle had seen Tyler again, it was Isaac’s funeral, the last couple months went by like a blur, they both had to be taken to the hospital. Tyler wasn’t looking so good, a missing finger, a broken leg, and a major concussion. They had told the police everything that had happened, and the asylum was torn down. They were international phenomenons right now, it seemed like everyone in the press was talking about how Isaac gave his life to save his friends. It made Isabelle happy and a little sad how his dead big Isabelle looked at him, “hope you get better.” “I’m more concerned about you than I am about me.” “I’ll be