Yes Master 2

Chapter Sixty-One

Anita glanced at the woman every so often while she stared at her.

"Hello. My name is Dr. Wells but you probably already know that because of the sign outside my door. I've been expecting you. You are Anita Torsney, correct?"

"Yes," she replied softly.

She smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you, Anita. Welcome to St. Libertas. We are very glad to have you. I still have some paperwork to fill out regarding you so I will have someone take you to your room."

"Room? You mean another jail cell?" snapped Anita.

Dr. Wells laughed. "No. A room. A room with a comfortable bed, a window, even a mini bathroom." Dr. Wells stood and began to walk around the room. "You see, Anita, this is not a prison. This is, in my opinion, a paradise. You are not sent here to be punished. No, you are sent here to be taken care of. Helped. We treat all of our patients here very well. Our goal is to take care of you and make you better."

"Make me better?"

"Yes. As in, your mental illnesses. We are here to cure you. Not make you worse. We want you to be normal again. Capable of being in society."

The last sentence caught Anita's ear. "Wait...so if you can cure me, I will be free? I won't have to go to jail again? I can go out into the world again?"

Dr. Wells shrugged. "It depends on what the authorities say. But yes, you would be free. You did commit a crime while not in your right state of mind, after all."

She knew it was stupid to have hope at this point but that gave her hope. Hope that she could maybe have a somewhat normal life. It seemed like Loki had given up on her. If she was released, she could live her life again, free from Loki's chains.

Dr. Wells sat back down at her desk and picked up a black corded phone. "I'll call someone now to take you to your room. You just missed lunch however dinner will be in a few hours. Sit tight." She began to make a call.

After a few minutes of sitting in awkward silence, the door to the office opened. Two men in white scrubs entered. Dr. Wells instructed them on where to take her. The men grabbed her, each taking hold of one of her arms, and led her to the door.

"I hope you like your room, Anita. Get comfortable. You'll be here a while."

Anita didn't like the last sentence she said. What did she mean by that?

The men led her to an elevator. They got on and went up, getting off at the eighth floor. Then, they led her down a long hall. It was clean, perfectly clean. The floors and walls were both pure white, looking like they had never even been touched.

When she was halfway down the hall, the men stopped her and turned to one of the many identical doors that lined the hall. One of them removed something from his pocket. A key ring full of various keys. After fiddling with it for a moment, looking for the correct one, he took it, unlocked the door and pushed it open. She was instantly speechless.

The room was far nicer than she anticipated. It was not huge but it was much larger than the jail cell she had been living in previously. It had a window with bars over it. The window was large enough that she could see the beautiful nature outside. Beside the window was a wooden chair. Against one of the glossy white walls was a full sized bed. It had a sheet over it and a grey blanket that lay folded at the foot of the bed. Most surprisingly, there was a small bathroom. It did not have a door but it did have a sink and a small metal toilet.

She could not believe how nice the room was. This was miles better than the jail cell she had been staying in previously.

The men that had led her to the room gently guided her inside the room. Then, without a word, they closed the door behind her and locked it. Now alone, she took in her surroundings further. She ran her hands across the sheet on the bed. It was soft, not rough. It was clean, not like the stained sheets at the jail. She went to the bathroom and observed it. Clean, it even smelled like lemon. Like it had recently been cleaned. Then, she went to the window and looked out. The view was beautiful. Trees and flowers and grass as far as the eyes could see.

She sat down on the bed and laid down. She closed her eyes and sighed, rolling onto her side. She smelled the sheets. They smelled clean. Fresh. She had not been this comfortable since before she was arrested.

She was not happy to be locked up at all. However, at least she was no longer in a dingy, uncomfortable jail cell.

As she rested, she began to think about what Dr. Wells had said to her. About the possibility of her being let free if her "mental illness" was cured. Despite everything that had happened, she still could have a chance at having a normal life. Well, as normal a life as she could at this point. She could fake her way to freedom. Go along with what ever they said. Pretend that she truly did have what they said she had and pretend that they fixed her.

She could be happy again. Happy and free.