The Deviants

Who are you?

~6months ago~

"Please just look at me!!"

"Please!"

I begged as I felt the cool metal of the cuffs being locked into place orotund my wrists.

"Francesca Hamilton you are under arrest on account of third degree murder."

He looked at me with disgust like he couldn't stand the sight of me.
The officers behind me gripped my arms firmly and tugged me in the apposite direction.

Away from my family.
Away from him.
My only life lines.

And every single one of them looked like I was a cold blooded murderer.

"Warren please I love you!!"
I said trying my best to Crain my neck to look at him. And with a discussed snarl he turned his back from me.

(Dream over)

The knocking on the door drug me from my sleep, from my nightmares.
It felt too real this time.

Almost like it actually happened.

It was like my mid was taunting me with alternatives of what could have happened. How either way I would be in my own personal hell.
Although I think I would rather be in prison than here.

St. Jude's mental and psychiatric facility.

"Med pass." The nurse muttered walking in and finding me sat in my small bed covered in a light sheen of sweat.

She sat my breakfast tray next to me and the  two little pill cups.

She picked them both up and shoved them towards me.

I sat there staring forward not saying anything, staring forward.

You think after a month of me being here and a month of me refusing she would get the hint.

"We do this every morning just take the pills." She said with an aggravated tone.

Again I had no response no words muttered. Every morning.

I never had anything to say.

And without any words I turned away in my bed and pulled the scratchy blanket over me.

I don't want to do anything other than sit in this bed, in these four walls and drown in the silence.

I miss my bed, my room, my books.

But I really miss Warren.

Although I can't say he misses me.

The only other person I wish to see is dead, so I sit here in silence not wasting my words.

The blanket was ripped away, the goose bumps graced my skin as I was shocked by the cool air.

"Not today, Dr. Baldwin has requested to see you today."

I sighed and waited for her to leave as I got dressed in a simple green long sleeve shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants. Nothing flashy, just simple. I grabbed my old black cardigan that I could easily wrap around my self. It was warm and secure, almost like I was wrapped in a blanket on my own bed.

I sighed as my feet made contact with the soft fur. My slippers would have to suffice. Other than my shower shoes they are all I have.

In one of my few mindless calls with my dad I mentioned it but no shoes ever came. I think I was more invested in them coming along with my shoes. This place may give me solitude, but it is hell.

The only time I tend to leave my room is for group therapy in the common room, to meet with Dr. Baldwin, and to shower. The rest of my time is spent in my bed listening to the reruns of jeopardy at the nurses station floating down the hall.

And none of those I can do alone, I'm always supervised.

Am I that much of a ticking time bomb?

The fluorescent lighting of the hallway beam into my eyes. From what I can tell from my month spent here is that mornings are slow. either half the patients were up all night or are still sleeping, and will until mid afternoon.

I wish I was the latter, but unfortunately sleep won't come easy these days.

As I rounded the corner I spotted the girl that sat next to me in the common room. She had light features with bright, almost white blond hair she seemed to be a little more alert at least than the rest.

Her pale green eyes scanned the room with caution. She seemed as if she was paranoid.

She didn't even look as the door next to her was ripped open and in case an angry staff member.

She seemed to be in a trance of concentration.

Just as I was about to turn and move out of eye sight of her, she snapped her head in my direction and gave me a sickening smile one that could only be mistaken as insanity.

"Franny you know where to go right?" I looked over at my nurse who looked down at her I pad she had in her hand.

"We have an issue on the second floor and I'm needed." She said while gesturing toward the door.

I nodded and she went on her way, she rushed away in urgency. I stood there for a moment thinking to myself.

What would happen if I didn't go?

What would happen if I just made my way back to my room and didn't say anything.

It seemed like a good idea to me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, they will only hunt you down later and question you even more." The green eyed girl said as she tan her hand through he bright hair.

She had made her way over to me just as I was turning to go in my room.

"Who are you?" I ask in my time being here we hadn't had any new comers.

She got closer to me and grabbed my elbow and drug me toward Dr. Baldwin's office.

I could feel her firm grip tighten on my arm as I tried to pull it away. Her strength was not what I was expecting considering her more feminine and fragile appearance.

Her face was formed into a bitter look one of distaste and irritation.

The only feature on her face that seamed to darken up her appearance is the scowl that was graced upon her dark rose lips.

Gave me a look of uncertainty all before shoving me toward the door. I stumbled into the door with a thud but my hands caught me before I could fall to the ground.

What the hell?

I turn to confront her for why the hell she decided shoving me face first into the door was a good idea. When I turned I was only met with the empty hallway, not a soul in sight.

It was eerie how quietly she had disappeared. I felt a chill run down my back.

Where did she go?

The ring of the bell on the door behind me sounded, alerting me I wasn't alone.

"Ah Franny there you are shall we start our session?"

I close my eyes and release a deep sigh, why must I do this it's not like I am benefiting by sitting here with a man who is basically half dead by the looks of it.

If that girl would have just kept her hands to herself and left me alone I would be in my room in my own solitude.

I would be safe.

I turn around at a slow speed and look into the man's blood shot eyes. He looks exhausted, probably a long day I guess.

I walk past him without saying a word, leading the way into his office.

Let's get this fucking over with.