Who am I? ((A Professor Layton Fanfic))

Chapter 10: Fake Honesty

I wasn't taken back to my room after my meeting with Hershel, they took me to Jaycie. She was sitting on the couch that I usually I sat on, but when I entered, she got up and straightened her skirt out. I noticed that she did this often. She was constantly picking at her various skirts, almost as if she was nervous. Ha! This time I was the one examining her!

Either way, she walked towards me and looked me in the eyes as she spoke. "Clive, you must understand that you haven't changed much since you entered our facility all those many days ago."

"You don't say?" A smirk formed on my lips.

She scowled and inhaled deeply. "Clive we want to put you on some meds and move you into a cell where you're going to have some roommates to talk to, wont that be nice?" She faked a smile.

"Just peachy." I faked a smile.

Her (still fake) smile grew wider. "Great! However, don't try anything stupid because you'll still be on high security."

Wonderful.

She pushed her red glasses up higher on her nose and turned around to open the door. "Come here." She said as she open the large door.

I walked towards her and once I was close enough to her, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. "I'll be the one taking you to your new room." She walked out and pulled me down the hall by my wrist like one would do to a reluctant child. I wasn't wearing handcuffs, but I did have small chains around my ankles, that not only constricted my walking, but made a horrible clanging noise when I moved.

Her grasp was firm. She held into my slender wrist with all her might. I'd never imagine that her petit delicate fingers would be capable of such a grasp. My wrist was actually getting sore and I could feel it turning red.

As we walked down the hall together I noticed that she never once looked my way. She starred straight forward. I was starting to realize that this Jaycie Gray woman was very different and quite odd.

She looked very young; much too young to be a psychiatrist of any kind. She appeared to be only in her young twenties, I'd say she's 21 to 23. Not only that, but her accent was off. She didn't sound like any kind of variation of a British accent that I've ever heard, and she slips into this weird accent sometimes on some words. Yet I don't believe it's a fake accent because it sounds real apart from what I've just mentioned. I feel like Jaycie Gray is hiding something from not only me, but everyone else here as well.

We approached a large steel door and she took some keys out of her pocket. She opened the door and I walked in to a room with two boys lying in beds. They were older than me. Quite a lot older than me.

She basically ushered me into the room, introduced me to Will (about 20) and Roger (probably 25), locked the door, and left skinny, weak, tiny me, alone with two large, muscular and strong men, who were 5 or-so years older than me, who are prisoners, in a high security cell, in one of the top facilities in the country, which also handles psychopaths.

Lovely.