AMERICAN HORROR STORIES: RIVERCLIFF

SOLITUDE No.2

GUARDS! TAKE THIS WOMAN! SEDATE HER!” the rumbling of a storm came in. thunder strike and screaming fled the red bricked walls.  The guards ran to Mary lying on the ground and injected her. The last thing she can remember is Mother Diclaire “may god be with you missy” then everything went white. She could not wakeup.  She heard the voices from the other cells next. Finally she saw the darkness of her eye lids and woke up. There she was strapped to the bed. “God told me to do this, you need to repent, you are going to have electric shock therapy in 13 minutes” “HELP ME!” Mary screamed.

Mother Diclaire replied “Boo hoo, your never going to get out. You never renounce Christ, so now were going to turn your brains in to scrambled eggs.  Your never going to leave, Ha-ha, and I thought you had a little bit of guilt in you. Guess not missy. buh-bye.” she open the metal gated door and said “may god have mercy on our sole for your sins, goodbye.” she slowly closed the door. And then she felt again  if she couldn't breathe. She didn't like that.

She heard rustling coming down to the hallway, she heard the moans of the patients and the cries of help coming from the cells in front of her. Mary Under the bed, she did NOT want to go to electric  shock therapy. She thought, about how she was not crazy, she kicked her leg and scooted back under the bed, she felt the cold concrete smooth away against her white jumpsuit. There something pressed against her. There roaches and the smell of death flooded her nose, the cold drip of the broken pipe created a silent freeze in the room. She heard the birds chirp outside the gated window. Rustling she heard louder, coming down to her room it almost seemed, she was in shock, she was very delicate, like a rose, but if you mess with her she would prick your finger. Then she turned around and there the stone cold shell of once seemed to be a past person had forgotten, there dried blood stuck to her clothes and a rusted knife on the side of the metal pole that supported the wooden padded the bed. A fly came out of the open wound. There an old patient laid, died almost a year ago as it seemed. He had committed suicide. A rotten body was under her bed. She let out a bloody curl and she heard a fast rustle stop at her room, the door slowly opened

and two tall men with one wheel away bed slowly came at her. She heard the hums of the birds outside on the willow tree. She realized the men came at her. She screamed “THERE IS SOMONE UDER MY BED”. Men did not listen and grabbed her by force. Squirmed and yelled. The men strapped her on the roll away bed. She slowly saw the ceiling as she dragged by. When she turned to the left, she saw a rusty needle injected into her lower vein. She saw white, the last thing Mary-Beth can remember is a man, a shadow as it seemed. Then everything was blank.

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DOCTOR! DOCTOR!  The patient have convulsing!” said the nurse. There Mary-Beth laid blank on the bed. The cobwebs right above fell in her hair. “Nurse, hand me the shock helmet." replied the doctor. The nurse handed over the helmet cautiously being careful not to trip the extension cords. They placed the helmet on her wavy hair. Then they ranked up the nob “123 Watts” it said.

There she laid. The doctors gone. Her brain was really turned to scrambled eggs. The cold brick walls sounded her moans as she turned over from the pain in her head like after the weather changes from hot to cold in one split. She turned to her side, she saw bloody utensils and the helmet rusted on the side of a cabinet. Screams and cries of help fled the room. She yelled. Her legs bloody. Her face seemed as if she was being suffocated. She trembled with bane and her bones crackled with fear. Her body panicked and asked herself , why are you bloody, dear? 

In the dark shadow distance of her room. The demonic laughter, she heard of a high strung man, as it seemed was in a dark chair staring at her with the eyes of death. The room spinned and she could tell, just by sitting down that the man was looking directly at her. A slight pause, she felt. “You were my experiment,” said the man. “excuse me” asked Mary-Beth. “When we gave you shock therapy, you whole body was convulsing,  so added I watts.” “WHAT ABOUT THE BLOOD?” yelled Mary, she turned her head and started wimpering, she slowly started shaking and crying. “Well, lets just say, I had a little fun with you after the surgery” he walked out of the room.

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