Before The Fall (Suicide Notes Prequel)

The Cemetery

~Published: August 11, 2015~

Less than 48 hours left.

Briar Rose Mental Institute had never been much of a home for Victoria London and all it did was serve to bring back memories she wished she could forget. She looked around the room that she had been living in for almost a year which had been assigned to her with a sigh.

As accommodating as it seemed, she wouldn't miss the bare room that housed an old couch, a small coffee table, and an old tv set. She walked into her bedroom and glanced at the blank walls and her bed which her cat was lounging on, a mirror standing in the corner.

Being obedient and cooperative for three years had gained her many rewards and privileges, including the freedom to go into town, get a job, and have knives in her kitchen. She no longer had bars on the windows after she had proved to them that she wasn't going to jump out of one like her previous neighbor had done.

In return, they had given her a room of her own in the building adjacent from the main one.

Victoria didn't like it, but it was better than being in the hospital with it's white walls and stench of death mingled with life and a hint of chemicals and air freshener.

Her first few days in the hospital were spent hooked up to an IV full of anesthesia with a tube shoved down her throat. But that was not before they took her to the emergency room for what may have been her punishment...

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Her eyes were heavy as was the rest of the shell she called her body. She could feel nothing yet she could feel everything, but she couldn't move. All she could do was breathe in and out and listen to the beeping of a heart monitor.

I must be in the hospital. The emergency room perhaps? she thought.

"She's lucky to be alive," someone whispered from above her. "Any later and she and the boy would have both died."

She and the boy? Vinn, Victoria thought. Did that mean Veronica was alright? Or...? 

If Victoria could shudder she would have but the feeling of immobility and heaviness weighed her down. She tried to move her fingers but to no avail. She tried to move her eyes, but it was pointless.

"Did you inject the Propofol?" The person she assumed was in charge asked.

"Yes, Doctor."

"Good. Let's start. The sooner we do the surgery the faster she will recover. We can't lose this one too," he said.

Who did they lose? Victoria thought before the rest of what he had said hit her like a ton of bricks. Surgery? But wait. I'm awake. I'm awake! 

She wanted to scream, to talk, to make any sound to prove that she was indeed awake, but she had no control over her body.

No, no, no, I'm awake! Please! You can't do this!

Tools clanking together sent her into full panic mode and she struggled to open her eyes or scream or move, but it was too late.