A visit to remember (Kyle)

[PHILLIP RAMSEY MULLINS]

After Phillip had locked the classroom door, he walked off to the dorm where he placed the key of the classroom in a dresser. Next he grabbed his camera, deciding to head out really. So, after he took a shower and got dressed, Phillip exited the asylum. Sure the park isn't the same after the asylum was built, but at least it STILL had some leftover beautiful fountains and gardens. That was a good thing. Getting there is another. He walked out to his car but he shook his head. He'll walk to there after all its not that far off so he walked away and started the path that led straight to the park itself. He also was glad to get away since he spent about half of a day teaching his photography class.

Okay so maybe he has to but sometimes he wished he didn't have to spend all day for just one class. His students would sometimes drive him off the wall but he didn't mind to teach for them. Hey at least it wasn't at a correctional facility. Oh that would've been worse. Anyway, the park was also one of the spots where he could think. He usually heads to there to clear his mind and to also take some pictures.

With him he had his camera that he usually uses for black and white effects or pure color effects and today was definately a nice day with no clouds at all in the sky just for that. Phillip arrived and found himself a bench to sit on. Once he sat down he raised the camera up at the sky and snapped a picture of a tree with blossums slowly waving in the wind. He lowered his camera and smiled. Now this is peaceful.

[KYLE MAXWELL JOHNSTON]

Kyle walked into the park, muttering to himself. He didn't realize he was doing it; he never did. But sometimes he just thought so much it had to get out someway. People stared at him as if he was crazy. And he was, wasn't he? He was in an asylum, after all.

He dug into his jeans pocket and found his pack of cigarettes. He opened them out, took out his second-to-last cigarette (he had no clue how he was going to get any more once this pack was gone) and a lighter and lit up. He inhaled deeply and looked around for somewhere to sit down. He saw a quiet, out of the way bench, and walked over to it and hoped no one would try to spark up conversation. People did have an irritating habit of walking by each other and saying hello or saying what a beautiful day it was.

Once sitting, he surveyed his surrondings. He supposed it would have been a lovely park to anyone else. He'd always tried to find beauty, but he never had. Everything was just ugly in his mind. Ugly and unnessisary. For example, birds. They were chirping right now. What was the point of that? Couldn't they just shut up and leave him in peace?

He growled, as he tended to do, and took another drag of his cigarette. He wasn't hungry, but he really wanted to eat. If he ate so much it hurt, it was much easier to throw it all back up.