The special insane asylum Billie Eilish was sent to was established with the hopes of curing the mentally ill monsters of the world through unconventional treatment methods.
Billie didn't need to be treated for anything!
She was healthy!
There was nothing wrong with her!
She had just been set up!
The subway conductor and that fake dead boy teamed up to trick her and make her look stupid!
Billie was mad at herself for leaving her stuff behind in the first place.
She hadn't used her phone in so long because she thought it didn't work!
How was that hacker able to get into her phone and send out her nudes?!
Furthermore how can the world turn to an apocalyptic shit hole and then just go back to normal without anyone noticing but her?
Billie volunteered to undergo a polygraph test to prove she was telling the truth - but she wasn't eligible since she was already declared insane.
It was a slippery slope - but since the courts deemed her mentally ill - her brain can't be trusted as she could easily confuse fantasy and reality and think something's true when it's not.
The doctors didn't believe any of Billie's stories about what happened.
They just stuck needles in her skin and put her to sleep against her will so they can torture her with their cruel and inhumane "treatments"
No one was beating or raping or tying her down to a bed for a lobotomy or electrifying her brain in the name of science.
They were giving her something called regression therapy.
Sending her back to confront her repressed traumas and gain closure.
The needles stung...... but the medication sent her to an even more painful place.
Billie's stomach acid lurched in the darkest depths of her heaviest slumber.
Her body too exhausted to get up and run to the bathroom after her last treatment.
She hoped the vomit wouldn't escape - but her blue eyes flew open, against her will, as soon as she started forcibly projectile vomiting into the air.
Her puke splashing against the back of the moving seat in front of her.
She wouldn't have made it to a bathroom in time even if she tried....
She wasn't in a building.
She had woken up in the backseat of a strange bearded man's car.
He slammed on the car brakes as Billie vomited all over his backseat.
"- WHAT THE FUCK!? I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE FINE!? THIS IS WHY I DON'T PICK UP DRUNK BITCHES!" He screamed in fury before cussing Billie out about the mess.
Billie didn't even have time to apologize as he jumped out of his car and ran around to rip open the back seat door beside her.
"- GET THE FUCK OUTTA MA CAR YA NASTY BITCH!" He yelled, grabbing Billie by her shoulders and pulling her out of his car!
He threw Billie down to the ground on the side of the road in front of a McDonalds!
"I'm reporting your drunk ass to Uber for FUCKING UP MY CAR!" He growled.
Then he jumped back into his car and sped away - leaving Billie alone in the dead of night.
Billie was still feeling queasy as she slowly made her way to her bare wobbly feet.
