little angel ☼ kit walker

i. she thinks i'm sane

     1962

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THE SILENCE was deafening, Gemma Martin sat across from her mother, the girl's features were twisted with confusion. Her long blonde hair, like her mother's, was flowing beside her shoulders, her blue dress smoothed around her body. She was definition of perfection as Sister Jude would always say, not a spark of mental illness or psychopathic tendencies in her body.

"Why did call me here, mother?" Gemma questioned, folding her hands in front of her lap. "I know it's not because you wanted me to visit."

Sister Jude scoffed, her eyes leaving Gemma's and fixed themselves on the corner of the wall, above her daughter's head. "You're right. I acquire your professional abilities."

Gemma's eyebrow raised, her lips parting slightly. The thought of her mother wanting to work with her was a new beginning, a new side Gemma has never seen. "You need another psychiatrist? I thought you had Mister Threadson?"

Sister Jude sighed, her eyes glancing back to her daughter. "We need another, most patients should be getting a session everyday. Most are not getting any." The nun stood from her chair, Gemma following in pursuit, as they headed out the door.

"You'll be working along side, Dr. Threadson. I'm sure you'll be fine finding your way around, you've been here many times before." Her mother noted, Gemma nodding in confirmation. "You'll need to find Dr. Threadson first, and split the patients in half. Once you have, head to the common room to find them." Gemma once again nodded, understanding what she needs to do and remembering how to get there. "Thank you, for your help, Dr. Martin." With a quick embrace and a kiss on the cheek, Sister Jude retreated into her office.

Gemma Martin eventually found her way to Dr. Threadson's office. He evenly split up the patients without a hassle and was very friendly to the young girl in front of him. They didn't make much small talk after he handed her files on her patients and a clipboard with all of their names. She left his office immediately, the patter of her shoes were the only thing heard throughout her walk; making her uncomfortable.

Dr. Threadson had directed her to her new office, located down the endless hall from his. The door was ajar, the lights were off giving the room an eerie feel. Gemma shuffled in, throwing the files on her desk and grabbing a pen. She tidied the room, using her sleeve to dust of the chairs and desk. Turning to the small window that was heavily covered in black materials, Gemma ripped them off. Dust flying in every direction as she did so, but the sun faded in beautifully.

Smiling shortly, she headed to her desk to grab the clipboard. Picking it up, her eyes scanned the page, her first patient was, Kit Walker. Bloody Face.

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Gemma Martin rounded the corner of the never ending hallways of Briarcliff. She dusted herself off as the guards in front of her stared at her, "I'm Dr. Martin, one of the psychiatrists." The taller guard nodded, opening the door for the lady beside him. "Could you please point me in the direction of Kit Walker?"

The guard, Joseph, escorted her inside of the common room, while fellow patients stared or even glared at her while she walked. She approached a man and a woman, who sat on the sofa in the far corner. "Thank you, Joseph." She smiled, as the man turned to walk away. The couple on the couch gave her a questioning stare. "I am Dr. Martin, but you can call me Gemma. I'm the new psychiatrist." She introduced herself, a warm smile planted on her red covered lips. "I need to borrow Mr. Walker, if you don't mind."

The girl not-so genuinely smiled, "He's all yours." Kit stood from the sofa, not sure what to think of the beautiful lady in front of him.

"Please, call me Kit." He insisted.

"Thank you." Gemma beamed, "Kit, you can follow me." She gestured, having Kit follow behind her as she walked to the exit of the common room. She had no orderlies condemn him to her office, or made any comments on the fact that they  mistakenly thought he was Bloody Face. She treated him like a normal person, and he was grateful already to her.

The walk to Dr. Martin's office was quiet, a comfortable silence for the both of them. Gemma opened the door for Kit, and ushered him to sit down, which he complied. His eyes trained on the source of sunlight he hasn't seen in a while. Gemma took her seat across from him, her eyes studying his body language. He seems relaxed. She noted, quickly writing down her thought.

"This is the first time I've seen a window that wasn't covered." Kit stated, his eyes met her's, butterflies swirling around his stomach as she smiled at him.

"I figured it would make a better difference. It's peaceful." Kit's eyes wander around her face as she opened a file, most likely on him. "How are you today, Kit? Any unusual feelings or thoughts?" She questioned, meeting his eyes.

"I'm alright, Doc." He brushed off her question, he was expecting her to write down his sentence, but she never did. Instead, she closed her notebook and dropped her pen, her hands looking at his file.

"You had a wife." She stated, her words seemed shaken. "Any children?" She asked, curiously.

A wave of sadness washed over Kit, as he shook his head slowly. "No. No kids."

Gemma nodded, reading the words printed on the white paper. He doesn't seem like he could kill all of these women. She thought, pushing the file away from her vision and glancing up at Kit, who was staring right back. "What was your wife like?" She asked, the question catching Kit off guard.

This wasn't like the session he first had with Dr. Threadson. He liked Dr. Martin. He liked her smile, and the way she treated everyone with decency. Kit thought about his answer for a minute, unable to think of how to word his jumbled thoughts. "She was a lot like you, Dr. Martin. She had a nice smile. Alma was very kind and beautiful. I loved her so much." Unwanted tears found themselves leaving the patient's eyes. Gemma nodded, passing him a tissue from the box on her desk.

Kit accepted the tissue, drying his eyes slowly. His mind was clouded with sadness and loss for his wife. The wife they claimed he killed.

"Alma must have been a special girl. I'm sure you loved her a lot." Gemma offered a small smile, closing the file of background information on Kit Walker.

Kit nodded, crumbling the napkin in his hand. He turned towards the open window, watching the sun peak through the glass. Casting a reflection on the desk in front of him.

Gemma shuffled in her chair, "Unfortunately, Mister Walker, you may have to wait until our next session to see the outside." She lightly joked, standing from her chair, Kit mimicking her moments. "If you can handle the responsibility, you can escort yourself to my office on Thursday. Roughly 2pm, I will have the guards remind you of you forget." Gemma opened the closed door, "A little freedom is a treat once in a while."

Kit smiled, "Thank you, Dr. Martin."

The blonde girl shook her head, "Don't thank me, you deserve it as much as every other sane person in Briarcliff. But, don't tell anyone, or they'll lock me up too." Gemma joked, as Kit started to walk back towards the common room. When the door to Dr. Martin's office closed, Kit grinned to himself, She thinks I'm sane.

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