B l a n k

Chapter 4

(Okay, I am so so so SOOOO sorry for taking so long to update this. You can take it up with my beta-reader... And me... I started writing this right after number three, but then I took a LONG break right in the middle. Then I finished it. So, yeah... sorry. ><)

It probably took an hour or two for the nurse’s to sort out that whole mess, and by then it was almost morning, which meant, you guessed it, I got absolutely no sleep. Well I did when they knocked me out with that injection, specifically an IM from what that random doctor that came in told me, but that probably didn’t last too long, maybe three hours or so. After that, I didn’t get a wink of sleep, what with Sketch showing up and then the other patients deciding to have a rather sudden volume change,

When that was over all I wanted to do was curl up in my little corner again and sleep for the entire next day, which was probably starting right about now. I groaned as I rolled over so I could face the door, though my eyes were still closed, “Whoever it is, you have amazing timing, my friend. Amazing.”

I heard a small chuckle, though it wasn’t from a voice that I recognized. Oh, right. I still had another staff member to meet, didn’t I?

The voice was very calm and soothing, while at the same time very masculine, “Sorry to disturb you, Ms. Kyeler,” he seemed to tease.

I popped open one eye, “Kye.”

The first thing I noticed was his dorky little smirk, and then his skin, which was fair, the color of cream. He was wearing the same green outfit as Stephen had been wearing, as well as the matching pair of shoes.

“Ah yes, of course, Ms. Kyeler. My name is Jerome, by the way,”

I let out a tiny growl of irritation.

I heard the sound of his approaching footsteps, as I rolled over again, trying my best to get a little bit of shut-eye, but I couldn’t even get close before his two meaty hands wrapped around the upper arm area of my straight-jacket and lifted, pulling me to my bare, frozen feet.

I kicked backward as a reflex of him lifting me up, but I felt one of those hands grab my calf in mid-air and lower it back to the ground.

“Oh come on now, don’t you want to clean up a bit?” he said in the soft voice.

My eyes opened wide and I struggled to get free, ready to sprint to the nearest bathroom. Did he mean... a shower? Hell yeah!

However he was too strong, so he held me by my waist about a foot above the ground until I ran out of energy. Then he put me down, put in hands on my shoulders, and gently pushed forward, leading me to a bathroom from behind.

As we headed forward, I looked back, and noticing, Sketch and the kittens had disappeared, probably out the door, I shrugged and continued on.

We left the cell, turned the corner past the mirror that I didn’t dare look at myself in, headed down the stone-floored hall, past several other padded cells, and through a metal door with no windows. As we entered, he grabbed a new, identical-to-mine outfit off of a little rolly-cart

Once I was inside, I could see scratched up ceramic tile, some of which missing, a cracked mirror, and a few stalls, half of which containing toilets and the other half being showers.

I felt his stiff hand move to wrap around my waist, and then the buckles on my jacket began to loosen. As the white fabric left my arms, I straightened my elbows with quite a bit of difficulty. I cringed, feeling the joints audibly pop, before sighing in relief. I mean, my arms were finally free!

Then, I felt a little tug on the buttons on the back of my shirt, and it began loosening as well.

Okay, the straight-jacket was one thing, but not my shirt, too.