Leonard Millhard wants to find the truth on why he is in a government facility with other patients.
Penelope Thorn, A girl who recently became a therapist, overhears a conversation with a few higher ups and confides in her favorite patient and help...
"I was sitting in the rocking chair in my living room, sipping from my cup of water. It was raining, thunder erupted through my ears and a bright light shone 3 seconds after. Yelling, I heard my mom yelling at my older sister and falsely accusing her for stealing her alcohol. Then I heard my mom slam her door and lock it. My sister did the same to our door. My grandma sighed and went to the kitchen, passing me, she gave me a small smile. My little brother was in his room, probably on his playstation." I recounted to my new Therapist.
"And how are you sure you're sister didn't steal the alcohol?" She asked me genuinely curious, she was a pretty girl, around my age, she was nice and liked to make sure everyone felt better but sometimes you could clearly tell she forgets about herself and her own mental state.
"My mom had a lock on her door and there was no way to pick it, I tried to pick it one day to get some money she took from me, and my sister was in our room all day, I could see down the hallway because our house was small." I responded and sighed already getting tired of this.
"So how was your mom, what was she like?" She asked while taking her glasses off and tilting her head to the left slightly.
"She was bearable when she wasn't drunk or high off weed, however if she was drunk or high everyone in the house would hide. She wasn't physical but she was aggressive and made threats that we knew she was capable of doing." I told her watching a slight frown form on her pale face. "My grandma however was the complete opposite, she was the sweetest person I ever met but don't be fooled she could kick your ass any day of the week."
She smiled at me and confidently told me "please refrain from using such bad language during our session."
I chuckled at her and shook my head "okay Penelope." She put her glasses back on and looked at her clip board.
"How was your siblings?" I just looked at her for a second, it's been only 10 minutes since started talking and I'm already over it.
"My big sister was the worst, a brat, but we looked out for eachother. She liked to be rebellious, you know like send nudes and say a sexual joke whenever she could. My little brother was very sad all the time but he wouldn't let anyone help, he is the definition of if you don't want help you can't receive it."
She pushed the candy bowl closer to me. "If you don't mind me asking, where was your father, did he pass?"
I chuckled taking a candy, "I wish he did pass but he was very much alive at that time, my mom and dad got a divorce when I was 6 months old because he didn't believe I was his, he was always drunk and liked to blame everyone else for his problems. however I don't care that much about him because I never knew him like that, he wasn't good at communicating with a child who didn't know who he was or why he gave him toy soldiers for Christmas."
She put the clipboard down and gave me a reassuring smile. " I think it's time to go to the court yard."
She told told me and stood up, I stood up too and followed her down the never ending white hallways that were sometimes littered with art from other patients. Until we finally stopped Infront of the big grey doors to the court yard. Penelope opened the doors and I could see patients calm and happy along with guards and doctors monitoring everyone. I walked in with Penelope and she closed the doors and turned to me. "Okay, you did well today, go draw with John because he has been quite lonely with Mr. Len gone." She joked.
"Has John been getting everyone to call me Mr. Len?" She giggled at my clear fake annoyance.
" Yeah, it's kinda cute, he has been "correcting" people every chance he can get. " I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
" Okay, bye Penelope."
" Bye Leonard, oh I mean Mr. Len" she walked away smirking before I could correct her. I walked over to my best friend John, a fellow patient.
