From the inside it definitely looked like a school to Cara. There was a spiral set of wooden stairs that led up to which seemed like an infinite amount of floors. However, she noticed, all the rooms had mental doors not wooden ones like her school had. It also seemed to be strangely quiet which is not how Cara imagined a mental hospital to be like at night.
Dr Winston Smith silently tilted his head towards them and she quietly followed. In a way she thought that if she stayed in order and followed their rules maybe they'll see that she isn't crazy. But then again she didn't know how long that would take. As they kept walking each step felt a bigger stretch and each floor felt a longer reach. Soon enough her only option was to go two by two as Dr Winston Smith has very long and quick legs.
They finally stopped on floor 7 in front of a bulky grey door stating 'Matron Level 7' in black and underneath carved in wooden plaque 'Nurse Ailisa'. Dr Winston Smith knocked twice then waited and knocked again. A sound of the door being unlocked and a creaking noise like the main wooden door irrupted cara's ears and echoed among the building.
The women looked tired and somewhere in her late twenties. Her hair was red and she wore a light red lipstick that formed a frown. She was wearing a white hat and a white and red dress with 'Nurse Ailisa' sewed like Dr Winston Smith had, must be all their uniform Cara thought. "Leave her with me Winston, get home to your wife before Father Louis puts you down for the night shifts as well" Nurse Ailisa winked.
"I'll see tomorrow sweetheart" he smirked at her and nodded to Cara. Cara sighed watching the doctor leave and this new nurse blushed face fade. There's definitely something going on between those too, she thought to herself. The nurse raised her eyebrows and curled her finger signaling for her to step inside the room. As she entered she noticed the strong smell of lavender perfume like her Aunt wears. Or use to wear she thought. The room was small with cream walls, a desk and a lamp, a bed and a shelf with books.
"Take off your clothes blondie".
YOU ARE READING
I wasn't crazy.
Fanfiction1943 was a time where more parents would send off their children to an mental asylum not because they were crazy it was because they were no longer wanted. 2 signatures from the parents and one paid doctor signature and they were off. Just like Cara...
