•𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂• ☣︎

Chapter 4

I sit at the diner table, fidgeting with my finger nails as my mother pours herself a large amount of wine. Filling the glass to the rim.

"He's seems nice" My mother grins at me. "Dr Crane" She sits in the dining chair across the table from me. The dim light above us makes the room feel small and empty.

"He's alright"

"A handsome young man too"

"Not really" I lied.

"You know being negative all the time isn't going to make you better" She sets her wine glass down onto the table aggressively making bits spill out.

"I don't need to get better" I mumble while continuing to stare down at the table. The images from his office keep replaying in my mind.

"Everyone needs to get better sometimes. No one is perfect all the time."

"So why can't you accept me as I am" I look up at her.

"Because you are hurting people. That is not normal and not something any parent should accept Y/N. End of story."

"Dr Crane accepts me"

"He has too. It's his job." I sigh and role my eyes. Laying my head down onto the table.

"If you're gonna nap, you have a bed for that."

I slam my hand on the table and walk off to my room. I slam the door and lay down onto my bed. My bed folds around me as I grab a pillow and hug it in tightly to my chest. It comforting. I feel less alone. More protected. More loved. I close my eyes to try and think of something less stressful. My thoughts kept getting interrupted by remembering Dr Cranes touch. His hands all over my body. The thought just kept coming back. He haunted me. But I wanted to feel him again. I wanted him to make me feel good. When I tried to slip my hands between my legs I couldn't find that same feeling.

Why did I want him so suddenly, what was he doing to me.

And eventually after continuous hours I was able to fall asleep.

Wednesday

"Y/N get up" I am awoken by my mother bursting into my room. My brain takes a moment to comprehend what she had just said.

"What why" I groan.

"You have an appointment today. I just got off the phone with Dr Crane and he'd like to see you."

"Right now?"

"Soon, so get up. It's 11am." She closes my door and I rub my face with my hands. I roll off the bed and sit myself down at my desk. I stare at myself for a moment.

Bags under my eyes, redness in my cheeks, dryness in my lips. Like a corpse.

I then grab a mascara and add a thicker layer to my eyelashes. Then concealer, which I covered majority of my face in, and some light lipstick.

Once I am looking like a human again I just put a tight, black, long sleeved shirt and jeans.

"Okay let's go" I sigh, finding my mother in the kitchen. She picks through her purpose seemingly looking for something.

"Okay. And actually try to except his treatment would ya. He's a professional you need to trust him." She takes a wad of cash from her pocket and shoves it into her pocket like I didn't notice. But I did.

"Yeah okay. I have been doing the best I can" We sit in silence for a few minutes in the car.

"He seems confident in you, you know"

"What?"

"On the phone he sounded like this is something he can see you improving on"

I ignore her and stay silent the rest of the way. The familiar asylum comes into view.

"Y/N, welcome back. Dr Crane has been expecting you" A woman at the entrance says greeting me. "Right this way".

"I'll be waiting!" My mom yells to me while I walk off with the nurse.

I am outside his office once again. I wave of nausea and nervousness passes through me.

"Y/N." His eyes hold the same evilness since the last time I saw him "welcome back. Take a seat." He brings me over back to the dentist looking chair again. I already know what's going to happen.

He's going to touch me. He's gonna try to hurt me. Last time was just a trick so I'd trust him. He's really gonna do it this time.

My heart rate increases as I lay back. I take slow, long blinks.

"No need to be scared sweetheart. Not yet" He moves a stool in and sits down next to me. "Has anything new came up since our visit?"

"No"

"Trouble sleeping?"

"A bit but it's manageable"

"And what is making it difficult to fall asleep? Anxiety, too much energy, daydreaming"

"Just anxiety.."

"About?"

"Everything. My mom, these appointments and everyone around me"

He scribbles my answers down.

"Do I make you anxious?" He asks leaning into me while bringing his stool closer.

"Everyone does"

"What about me makes you anxious?" I look at him thinking of what to say. "You can tell me sweetheart. I don't bite."

"I just haven't had the best experiences with doctors."

"Y/N do you ever feel as if you are going to harm yourself, the same way others would do to you?"

"No?"

"Perfect. We may have a way to treat you."

"How?"

"Isolation"

"How is that going to work? I don't live on my own yet"

Dr Crane stands from his stool and walks over behind his desk. He lifts a briefcase and comes back over to me. The briefcase lands down onto the chair next me. My face turns as he pulls out a mask that looks like it was make from a haystack. He quickly puts the mask over his face. "Wanna see a magic trick?" He presses a button and a gas fills the room. I don't even get enough time to react. My vision begins to blur, and shake. Dr Crane is no longer recognizable. Just a scarecrow, coming at me. Hands wrap around my neck, squeezing. I scream and try to grab his face but my body is too heavy. I continue to scream. The scarecrow releases my neck just as I'm about to pass out and leaves the room.

I can still feel the tightness around my neck. Hands crawling over my entire body, pinching and poking. The air feels thick's and my body is heavy. I scream and scream waiting for this to end. The skin of my throat burns from the screams. Hands reach up from all around me, holding my body down and poking at me.

"What was that! What is going on!?" My mother yells running up the hallway. Dr Crane comes out of his office. My screams still in the distance.

"I will have to have Y/N admitted, our treatments seem to have taken a turn."

"What?! Let me see my daughter!" She tries to push past him but is grabbed by two security guards. "Let me see my daughter!" She screams and kicks. "You can't keep her here!". Her voice fades off as she's dragged out of the building.