Yes Master 2

Chapter Sixty

Another week had passed. Anita's situation had not changed. She was still in jail. She had spent the majority of it locked in her jail cell. The rest of the time she had spent being interrogated further by the irritable and passive aggressive Detective Pierce. No matter how hard she tried to prove her innocence, he would not listen. Despite the fact that the way that Caspian died was nearly impossible for her to do with only a dagger, he would not believe her.

She had not seen Loki in weeks. She hoped that meant he had finally given up on her.

She had been allowed to clean herself the day before, much to her relief. She felt dirty and grimy. She had not showered since she had been arrested. She was given fresh clothes. They smelled like cheap detergent and something...musty and moldy. Like the clothes had been left to air dry while still soaking wet.

No one in the jail cared about her or showed her respect. The guards were cold and mean. Perhaps they had heard about what she had been accused of doing.

She was sitting on her bed, her eyes closed, bored out of her mind. Around noon, a guard came to her cell and escorted her to a room. It was the same interrogation room she had been in many times before. She was sat down at the metal table in the middle of the room. The officer left, leaving her alone. Several minutes later, the door to the room opened and Detective Pierce entered.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Torsney," said Detective Pierce, making his way towards the table. When he reached it, he sat down across from her.

"I have some news for you. The court has found you to not be competent enough to stand for your trial. You will not go on trial for your crimes, for now. You are going to be transported to another facility. A special facility that will give you the help you really need."

She was confused. What did he mean by 'special facility?'

"What kind of special facility?" she questioned.

"A psychiatric facility for criminals."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, Anita. After all that you have told me, you are clearly not mentally sound. You will be sent there today. You will receive the help that you obviously need." He stood and went to the door. He paused as he was about to open it. "Consider yourself lucky. If you were found competent, you would have to stand trial and you would likely be sentenced to death."

He was right. She would definitely rather go to a psychiatric facility. Her life was basically over but she did not want to die. Suicide had crossed her mind a few times since being arrested but she could never do it. Besides, it was not like she had anything that would allow her to.

"An officer will come get you shortly. To transport you." He left the room, leaving her alone.

***

Anita sat in the back of a police car, her hands cuffed behind her back. She stared out the window, watching as the streets passed by in a blur. She could not believe this was happening to her. First, she had been wrongfully accused of a crime she didn't commit and now, she was being taken to a crazy house. She was very anxious about being in one. She did not belong in a psychiatric hospital. She was not insane. She would be surrounded by people who were out of their minds. Some of them could be violent. She knew mental hospitals were not like the movies but they still were full of unstable people. What if they hurt her?

After an hour of driving, the car entered a long dirt road. So long that it took five minutes until the car reached the end of it, where a tall, black, steel gate stood. Barbed wire lined the top of it. The officer driving the car rolled down his window. Suddenly, a voice began speaking. It came from a speaker attached to the gate.

"Hello?" asked the voice.

The officer spoke to the person, telling them who he was and why he was there. After a moment, the gate opened, allowing the police car to enter.

Now she could see it. A large building, about several stories. The building looked old. Like it had been built in the 1940s or 1950s.

She braced herself. She did not want to go inside but she had no choice. What she wanted did not matter. The officer parked at the front of the building, got out and opened her door. He helped her out and then led her towards the front doors. He opened them and they entered. Her nose was immediately overwhelmed by the scent of a disinfectant that she could not identify. It smelled like a normal hospital. Like the one her father had been receiving treatment in.

The officer led her to an elevator. They went to the fourth floor. When they got off, the officer took her down several long, empty hallways. After some time, they stopped at a door. Beside the door was a plaque on the wall that read Dr. Wells Office. The officer knocked on the door. After a moment, it opened. A tall middle aged woman observed them.

"Hello, Dr. Wells. I've got another one for you," he said to her.

"Yes, I've been expecting her. Sit her down at my desk. I'll take care of things from there," replied the woman who was apparently named Dr. Wells.

"Are you sure you want to be left alone with her? You do know what she did, right?"

"I will be fine. We have patients in here that have done far worse. Besides, security is only a call away."

"Alright. If you say so."

He led Anita to the desk and ordered her to sit down in one of the brown metal chairs in front of the desk. Then, he removed her handcuffs, much to her relief. She rubbed her sore wrists.

The officer went to the door. "I'll see you again soon I'm sure. Take care."

"You too," said Dr. Wells. With that, he left Anita alone with her. Dr. Wells sat down across from her, behind the desk.