The Beautiful and the Psychotic

Chapter One

This is 100% my story. Anyone who is found to steal characters, places or anything else from The Beautiful and the Psychotic is plagiarising. If there is any resemblance to earlier characters or places, it is completely unintentional on the part of the authour.

As soon as my eyes snapped open the morning of my 16th birthday, I knew something was wrong. This wasn't my bed. It was cold and smelt like plastic. This looked like a hospital ward. It wasn't my room by a long shot.

My first thought was that I really was in the hospital. But there was no equipment, no toilet, and only one other bed. The other distinguishing fact? Bars instead of a door.

I threw my legs off the side of the bed, and as I did felt a head rush. I was disoriented and felt fuzzy. I couldn't remember my name or how I got here. At that point I couldn't remember that it was my 16th. I padded over to the other blue hospital-esque bed to find that a girl with raven-black hair was sleeping there. I didn't want to wake her up, so I walked to the bars, bare feet quietly slapping linolium.

There was a carpetted hallway leading to what appeared to be more cells. There were six of them, including mine, down the hallway between two sets of double doors. The rooms looked like hospitals, the hallway like a hotel.

Just then, a man came walking down the corridor. He was taller than me, and had tan skin, but otherwise looked a little like me, with dark brown curls (although mine were lighter and  had been dip dyed blonde, then pink) and blue eyes, though his were darker. He came with a set of keys towards my door.

"Ah, you're awake. I need to escort you to evaluation. Don't ask questions, it will be explained."

He spoke as though it was a rehearsed speech. Even though my skin was crawling with questions, I sat quietly as he unlocked the door and led me down towards one end of the hallway. We passed a window through which I saw a pool, surrounded by all kinds of people playing in the water and lounging. I barely got a glimpse, however, before the guy pulled me through the doors and down a few hallways and staircases before we arrived at a door labelled B122: Staff Only. The boy, who looked about 18, pulled me through.

It was a large room consisting of a doctor's table/bed thing, a backdrop and photography equipment, a door to a closet and a table with what appeared to be measuring tape and unrecognisable items.

There was a girl sitting on the bed, and she walked over to us. She had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, and was also slightly taller.

"Thank you, David," she said with a slightly flirtatious smile, looking at the guy. David let go of me and locked the door. "Morning, Bella," he responded.

Bella guided me to sit on the bed. She sat beside me while David stood in front, arms crossed.

Bella turned to me. "So, what's your name?"

I shook my head. "I can't currently remember."

"Oh. Must be the drugs wearing off. Well, we'll wait and see if you remember later. For now, we have to take your measurements. I'll explain what's up as I go."

Bella was nice, giving me something for my headache as I was being measured. David, Id have to see.

Bella began taking my stomach measurements. "So heres the deal...."