My eyes are opened wide. I curl into a ball on the uncomfortable metal bed, my dark blonde hair sticking to my face in a tangled and sweaty mass.
He's coming. I can smell his aftershave. I can hear oiled brown loafers come closer.
"N-No, Daddy, please," I whisper.
The thunk of his belt falling on the cement floor makes me shudder. I don't have to look to know that he's slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt.
My trembling hands feel the mattress, searching for a weapon. We don't get sheets because they think we'll suffocate ourselves.
I would have.
I look up into his eyes. Two huge pools of black stare back at me. His mouth stretches into a wicked grin full of sharp, pointed teeth. He stands right by the bed now.
"NOO!" I shreak. Where are the staff? Please, someone, help! He grabs my wrists and holds me down. I bite my lip so hard, I taste the metallic tang of blood.
He opens his mouth.
"Miss Chance! Calm down!" a firm, feminine voice comes out of my stepfather's mouth.
I groan, arching my back as I realize I've been shaking and convulsing. I'm suddenly exhausted.
"Miss Chance, look at me this instant!"
I crack open my eyes. Dr. Wells' steel grey perm and hawk eyes swim into my vision.
"Good girl," she says impatiently, her lips turned down in a perpetual frown.
"We will be having a support group meeting sponsored by the Sinclair Children's Hospital of Chicago. (SCHOC. Pronounced 'shock') You and a few others will be spending time with a new patient here. Meetings will be every other day. You'll be monitored by one of our or SCHOC's staff members at all times."
I was barely listening as she snapped and snarled at me. I stare vacantly at fluorescent lights and pristine white walls as she wheels me down to the meeting room.
Everyone is already here. I snap back into focus, taking in the unfamiliar faces.
They are just more reminders that I'm not the only freak in town.
Please no Mackenzie
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Psychos
Kinh dịJezebel, Valerie, Rafe, and Griffin have two things in common: They're all crazy, and they're all patients at the Sinclair Institution. Everything's as fine as it could be in an asylum... until patients begin to go missing.
