"Come in," Mr. Thompson calls after Anais knocks on his office door. She opens the door, revealing Mr. Thompson typing away at his computer busily. He looks up at you.
"Y/n, I have your schedule," he begins, his voice trailing off as he sees you in your uniform. You smile, taking his reaction as something more innocent than it is.
From the corner of your eye, you see Anais' eyes lower slightly, as if she's disappointed.
Anais' POV:
I gave her the wrong uniform, and she still hasn't realized now what I'd done. She was even too stupid to even realize it when I gave it to her. All she did was smile unknowingly. Gosh, I hate her. She's been such a disruption between the patients and Mr. Thompson. It was all fine before she arrived. Now all hell's broken loose with these killers. I swear, that girl's bound to be the death of us.
I know that Mr. Thompson likes her. I see the way that he looks at her. I wish that he'd look at me like that. And when Y/n walked in with the old-fashioned uniform instead of standard scrubs, he didn't say a thing. He... likes her wearing it.
Y/n's all looks, no brain. She's so fixated on helping others to the point where she forgets to help herself. And sure, I don't like this girl, but still, I don't want her to die from her own recklessness. I don't hate her that much. For some reason, she's kind to me. Always smiling, acting encouraging, it's all quite disturbing. There's got to be some wickedness under it all.
Oh, who am I kidding?! She's perfect. She's got beauty, a kind heart, that's all a person ever looks for. No one seems to care if you're smart anymore. As long as you're dumb enough to fool and have the looks, you're a 10. That's so ridiculous.
I've made my decision. I will get have to get Y/n away somehow. Indefinitely.
Your POV:
Mr. Thompson hands you a slip of paper. On it, is a frightfully simple list of the patients schedule for everyday:
5:05am - Wake up.
5:10am - Breakfast.
6:10am - Individual therapy.
8:20am - Isolation time.
10:00am - Library.
12:00pm - Isolation time.
1:00pm - Outdoor time.
2:00pm - Day room.
5:00pm - Dinner.
6:00pm - Individual recreation.
7:00pm - Bed time.
You look up at Mr. Thompson. "The patients seem to spend quite a lot of time isolated," you admit with a disappointed voice. This seems unfair, but now I know why the patients act this way. While some are independent and quiet, others are extremely rowdy and loud.
"It's because the patients tend to be aggressive with one another. But you're the caretaker here, so you tell me what you see fit," Mr. Thompson says, surprising you. It seems to shock Anais too that he said that, as she harshly glares at him.
Why would you say that, her face screams. You simply shrug in confusion at her, hoping that it'll make her less upset... it doesn't.
"Thank you for the many privileges that you've given me so far. I'm extremely appreciative of it all," you say, bowing your head. Mr. Thompson merely chuckles at your sudden formal behavior.
"It's quite all right, Y/n. You've accomplished a lot in such a short time. It's the least I can do."
You want to disagree with his words, but fear that you'll sound disagreeable and rude. I am happy to have this freedom, but I only just began working here. With all of this opportunity, I also have a lot of responsibility in my hands.
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Fanfiction"She was their savior." After getting laid off from her job, Y/n is forced to go job hunting. Once she finally does find a job at a nearby asylum, she's hired almost immediately. Although Y/n believes this to be an amazing opportunity, she begins to...
