Psychiatric Seven

Chapter One

The dark clouds were the only thing that I noticed on the way there. They were ominous, almost as if they were staring right back at me. I didn't dare to look at anything else. If I wasn't going to see anything else until I get out of this mess, I wanted to remember the way the clouds frowned, and started to cry when I pulled up to my final destination. Fairfield. Home of the clincally insane. I suppose I qualified as one of them now. Perhaps I'll tell you about that later.

The police car was old and creaky, just like the man who was driving it. They didn't trust me enough to drive with my foster mother. I slowly step out of the car, still setting my wandering eyes at the clouds. Once I start walking, I glimpsed at the building ahead. It was big, bigger than expected. A dangling sign, hanging by rusted chains, read "Fairfield, here to serve you".

My thoughts were RUDELY interrupted by a loud, high-pitched voice. I finally look at the entrace, seeing a grand staircase, leading up to the front door. On the top step stood whom I assumed was the caretaker of the lot, a.k.a the owner as well. God, she was so blonde. Practically transparent. Her smile was unsettling though, same white as her hair. I suppose she was pretty too. Okay, that's a bit of an understatement. She's gorgeous.

"Hello, I'm Vivian Clarke! Caretaker and Owner of this absolutley lovely establishment! Pleased to meet you, erm.... oh! Ruby Maxewell."

Assumption Correct.

"Hey. Is this the part you show me around?"

I wave goodbye to the police officer, giving him a look that said, "Please lord jesus shoot me now." He nodded, then got in the car with a smile on his face. He must really enjoy my misery.

Vivian, extending her diamond encrusted hand, sneeringly states, "Oh, no darling. I'll have one of the patients give you a tour. I'm far too busy. Toodles sweetheart!"

I follow her through the huge, gated front doors. They were just like the ones in Hogwarts, which is the only book i've ever read.

"oh and darling, take a left to the upper levels to your room. Alexis will be waiting for you there after lunch."

Naturally, I disobey her orders and I take my first right, ascending to the mess hall. I expected to see about 50 patients, but only come to see 6. A good handful of them are pretty attractive, which is great for me. I go up to the table full of the girls, demanding to know which one is Alexis. The small, shockingly skinny asian girl, gave me an annoyed look, stating I'd have to wait until after she is done eating.

"HA! I'm just kidding. I don't eat. Lets hop to the tour, why dont we? Oh, and you're a cute one, aren't you?" Alexis bolts up, giving a huge, cheeky smile.

I roll my eyes. Is she seriously flirting with me? Uh, well...she's not my type. I motion towards the hallway leading out, while she is waving towards the girls, batting her eyelashes. Jeez, tone it down a bit?

"Well, aren't you forward? Is that why you're here? Overlly horny?"

"I could say the same to you, but you look like the type with daddy problems. Now move your fat ass."

"Whatever you say, miss bony."

I follow her out, and she stomps down the hallway, obviously annoyed with me. She takes a sharp left, showing me the huge recreation room. It was filled with art easels, books, puzzles, and one T.V. I stride up to an easel, running my hand across the blank canvas, thinking about all of the possiblites of creations. I take a look at the colors, and just about when I was to pick one up, Alexis slaps it out of my hand.

"It. is. not. rec. time."

I shrug at her, but i see a flash of fear in her eyes, as she points above us, to a red blinking light next to a black circle.

She whispers close to my ears, "They're always watching."