The Midnight Dance

Chapter III

"You need to understand that she's dangerous, woman" Dr. Henry Smith spoke angry at the nurse, who was quite listenning to his scolls. She gave him a slight nod, looking down at the floor, before turning to him again.

"Yes, doctor, I understand" she stops for a second before continuing "But she's only a girl, she isn't that dangerous!"

"How isn't she dangerous, Alysson? She stuck a damn pencil in another patient eye! she left the poor woman blind from one eye" he hissed, rubbing his temples.

"We don't know why she did it, no one gave her a change to explain herself" Alysson said, in a tired tone "if we only let he-"

"Enought!" Henry cut her off. "Just bring the girl back to her room and follow the damn routine if you don't want to get fired!"

Alysson nodded quietly, wanting to answer back but not risking to lose her job. "Yes, dr. I'll take care of that" she muttered before turning away and walking to the isolation room.

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Athena's POV

The sound of voices in the distance make me open my eyes, looking for the source. I lift my head of my hands and look at the woman infront of me. The typical white jacket and her blond hair in a low, firm bun and the sweet smile on her face. Despite the older appearence, I can't deny that she is very pretty.

She reminds me of my mother. Not for the hair, nor the eyes. But for her gentle way to speak to me. Mother used to have dark hair and pretty green eyes. Her young appearance, even thought her age.

She was my everything. Everyone said that I looked like her. Both physicall and mentally. Cassandra, her name, was very smart, talented and sweet. She used to put her family infront of everything. She would spend the whole day with me and my older brother, just doig what we loved, what usually was watching movies, play board games and dancing. I loved dancing, and so did her. 

After that, mom and dad would order dinner, mostly pizza, and we would spend the night chatting and eating. 

This used was repeat every weeknend, when they both had some free time, either was from the company of our father, or from our mother's atelier. It used to happend every weekend...till their death.

I snapped away from my thoughts, again, returning my attention to Alysson. "Athena, dear... It's lunch time." she said, approaching me.

The only one who wasn't scared of me. The only one who actually shows some pity and care towards me. I force myself to stand up, walking slowly to her.

She takes my arm, leading me to the cafeteria, where the other patients are already eating. I take a sit, and Alysson stays beside me, handling my plate and cup of water, monitoring me as i eat. I look around, my eyes still adapting to the different colors of the room.

I look for a certain person, letting out a small smirk as i see her there. The woman i stabbed two days ago, is now being monitored by a nurse and a security guard, keeping an eye on her, probably to protect her from me getting close again and to check her when need. Her eye was covered a white bandage.

As i smirked to myself, i feel Alysson touching my arm. "Behave, Athena." she ordered. I simply nod and pick my fork again, leading it to my mouth quietly.

I can't deny the happyness I am felling right now for having actually hurt her, and not the other way around.