She's Mental

Cigarette Break

Here I come walking down the halls, wheeling this shock torture machine behind me. I don't want to do this, but I must. Punching in a number to unlock room A-9. 

"...hi." the little boy "5490", named Jackson, said.

"Hello. We are going to be trying a new treatment today Jackson, don't be afraid, you'll be fine." I said trying to convince him, but really I was about to put this poor boy through hell. 

"You're lying. I can tell. I know when people lie. I could tell when my mom would lie, she lied a lot, that's why I hurt her." He said laughing.

"If it does, I'm sorry. I'm just doing my job, following my terrible orders." I said

I started to hook him up to the machine, the whole time he was telling me about how he hurt his family physically and mentally, laughing the entire time. He asked me why I was told to do this, how it would help him, and that he wants me to leave. I then told him to sit still and it would be over soon. I flicked the switch.

Walking back, head held down. That insane little boy, is gone now. This was my fault and now I have to carry this burden on my shoulders. I just killed a 10 year old boy, by following orders. I had to get my mind off of this, occupy myself, and not think of the squirming boy having shocks of electricity send up and down his bruised and beaten little frame. I went outside in the back for a cigarette. 

Flames from a nearly dead lighter, igniting my cigarette. Inhale. Exhale. Simple.

I dropped my lighter and looked back up to see a beauiful women with long red hair, flowing perfectly around her pale face. I've seen pretty girls before, but she was different. She was smoking as well, but I don't know where she came from. Dressed in ragedy clothes but I didn't think anything of it. I had to speak to her, I couldn't miss this chance. 

"Hi there, what's your name stranger?" she spit out.

She's talking to me. My heart was beating frantically. Why was I so nervous, I didn't even know her.

"Vincent, I'm Vincent. And who might you be?" I asked

 "I like that. Vincent." She giggled, her giggle made my heart melt, and my breathe uneven. "I'm Julia, and it's nice to meet you Vincent. So you're a smoker?"

"Sadly." 

"Me too, can't get rid of this habit." She said.

"Haven't seen you around here, where did you come from?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Uhm...I..I came from here." She said pointing to the asylum.

"I've never seen you around. How long have you been working here?" I asked shocked.

"I don't work here. I've been an inm-" she was cut off. 

"Julia! What the hell are you doing out here?! Get back inside and get back in your room.' A worker yelled standing in the doorway. 

She was an inmate. How? When? Why was she outside? I was talking to this gorgeous lady, that's mental. I don't know what she has done, what she has been through, or why she was even here but I'm curious, and want to find out. I have to. I can't and don't want to think of her as an inmate. 

I remembered that I work here. I'm going to see her everyday, but I also remembered, that my boss is starting new treatments. I could possibly have to test them on her.