Mental Mandy

The Meeting

As the car drove up the hill to the hospital for the The Deranged Young Minds Service.; this hospital specialised in children, teenagers and young adults. The man who looked like he was in his late thirties, he wore a green tie and black suit with sensible old fashioned shoes made out of leather, he walked towards the front door with his identification around his neck, he buzzed the door and waited for an answer.

"Hello, this is Rob Corbin. I'm here to see Mandy Whitehorse? I'm her laywer." He held his ID up to the camera then up next to him face.

BUZZZ

The door opened, and a lady was standing in front of him wearing a white long sleaved top and trousers with white shoes on, he face was plastered with makeup with her hair in a tight low pony tail with her hands by either side with white plastic gloves covering them, she was dramatically shorter than Rob. However Rob was a really tall man.

"Follow me." She said as she turned around one hundred and eighty degrees around and starter to walk down the hallway. This place was a labrynth, room leading to other rooms, hallways leading into other hallways it was an endless amount of possibility. They walked a good thirty minutes, until they was in soldiery confinement where Rob was searched. It was something they normally done.

The lady swiped her card and opened the door, Rob saw the ten year old girl in a cream coloured restraining jacket with a black mask over her face with eye holes and a cage like muzzle covering her mouth. Her hair was greasy and you could see sweat patches under her arms.

"Please be careful, she is an evil mastermind."

"I know, I do read the files." He smiled sarcastically. She gave him a dirty look and moved towards Mandy to remove her mask, Rob got out a chair.

"THANK GOD FOR THAT," Mandy screamed, Mandy looked dirty and smelly as she spat in the eye of the woman.

"FFFF..!!" She screamed as she walked to the door holding her hand over her eye.

"Never liked her, she cheats on her husband with the head of this ward. She's also a coke addict, snorts that ugly shit probably because she was close to her ex boyfriend and he died last year exactly 457 days and 5 hours exact." She laughed.

"How many times have you seen this nurse?" Rob questioned the ten year old.

"Seven times. Mr.Corbin do you want to know what I know about you then?" She had an evil smile that he could only just see through her greasy hair. He nodded in response, he was curious. "I know you have a wife, a little boy and you and him play rugby. You've never drink but is that tobacco I smell on you?." She took a deep breath in through her nose. "I do miss that god dam smell." He was gob smacked.

"W-w-what..?"

"I can tell you love your wife and son, big family guy, you never leave the house without telling your wife you love her and mess up your sons hair." He froze. "But your keeping in a massive secret. Only one though, don't you worry I won't say it out loud." She smiled and laughed hysterically.

"I NEED A DOCTOR!!!" Rob screamed, down the empty hallway. Where was everyone?

"Are you scared, Mr.Corbin?" She giggled "You should be, I have killed people. People who have done bad things. And you've done a really bad thing to Rachel. Haven't you now?" She couldn't stop laughing, she had went mad.

"How do you know about Rachel?!" He asked concerned and scared.

"I know everything Mr.Corbin, your not safe." Once that was said nurses came running in with needles and her muzzle, they had also got a fresh new jacket for her and sponges most likely to clean her. Her eyes where attached to him as they slowly shut.

"Please come with me Mr.Corbin." Said a young man in a white long cloak but he was dressed as a woman with a pencil skirt and red turtle neck. He followed this doctor to a room with iron bars on the windows, paper stacked on desk and the room being pure white. Rob pulled out a chair and sat down whiles the woman filed her paperwork.

"What is Mandy diagnosed with...?"

"There is only four people in history with this mind ability like hers, including her. The most famous is Sherlock Holmes, they all are high functioning sociopaths or psychopaths. I call it Bivuranimism, Bivuranimism is where someone can have barely any emotional attachments to a human or make them believe they do. They don't just see they people, they have to diagnose these people. Beasicaly they find out everything about you, me or others within minutes. Any questions?" Her voice was deep and croaky but she tried to make it more elegant.

"What is the cause? Is it curable?"

"There isn't a cure."