The Beautiful and the Psychotic

Chapter Four

Later, David lead me back to the hospital-like room I had first come from. He explained that this was my bedroom, and I would be locked in at night between shifts. He showed me the manager's area, where I'd be promoted to if I was good- they looked like normal hotel rooms. I found that the B rooms, B1-B500, were staff rooms, and that A1-A1000 were civilian, or normal.

David basically gave me a tour of the place- the kitchens, dining hall, pool, spa, lounge, resturant. This place was pretty classy and expensive. Lastly we went to the closet at B122, where David helped find me a swimsuit to wear to my party. So far, everything was actually okay, I thought. My only worry was my family. My mother would be crying her eyes out, my dad holding her, standing together somewhere. We had stayed in a nearby hotel, on our way to a holiday park for my birthday, when suddenly I was gone.

Gone.

My thoughts were interrupted by David calling from across the rather big closet- it looked more like a large clothes shop than a closet.

"Alexis, I found one that might fit you."

"Call me Lexi," I said as I walked towards him.

He held up a small turquoise bikini, but I found it way too slutty. He tried to talk me into it anyway. I kept looking, but I wasn't finding anything. David called me again, and I looked at what he had. It was a pink two-piece, aztec print with blue, yellow and purple stripes. It was very cute.

"You know, for a guy you have quite good taste," I said as I tried it on behind a curtain. It was a halterneck, with ruffles stopping just above my belly button.

I walked out as he answered. "Why thank you," he said in a sarcastic girly voice. In the same mocking tone, he said, "you look fabulous."

"Is that a joke or a compliment?" I lifted my eyebrow, holding back a giggle.

"Both."

As I looked for a summer dress to wear over the top and shoes, I told him how I didn't find this place too bad.

"Everyone's first day is good. But trust me, there are sooo many lows." The fun was gone from David's voice.

I didn't answer.

I found a white, holey dress and some white thongs to wear. As we left, we came upon Bella, pulling out a trolley from a storage closet.

"Ah, there you are, Alex."

"Lexi, please."

"Lexi. Well, we need to give you a new style before you're introduced to the group. David, would you like to help?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes a little at him.

He shifted his balance. "I promised Oliver I'd help set up. Sorry Bella." He didn't protest Bella's flirting, I noticed. Nor did he flirt back. He just kind of reacted.

Bella frowned and waved him goodbye as he walked out the door. Then she turned to me, her bubbly smile replastered onto her face. She opened another door labeled B121, pushing the cart inside. "The cleaners are OCD about leaving things out," she said, partly to me and partly to herself. The trolley contained hairdressing equipment and makeup, I noticed.

The salon looked like a general salon, not very out of the ordinary. Bella sat me down at a chair, starting to cut, straighten and dye my hair. At the end of a long process, I had straight, shoulder-length blonde hair. She also did light, waterproof make up.

Today was a good day, for the expectations I had of this place, I thought as Bella went to help me choose a dress for dinner.