The group meeting leaves me drained. It's four o'clock, and I usually have a therapy session. However, my mood is sour and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Dr. Wells reluctantly allows me to cancel. This is one of her better days.
I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I get overheated, so I take off my white shift. I look ghostly pale beneath the white lights.
I run my fingers down the almost nonexistent curves of my body. The curve of my neck, the swell of my breasts, the dips in my rib cage. For two hours, three hours...I do nothing.
At seven thirty sharp, a woman comes in with antidepressants and a new pill everyone started getting last month.
She averts her eyes at my nakedness.
"Lights out in half an hour," she says, handing me a glass of water. "We have a slot reserved for you at eight fifteen for exercising. So rest up!" She smiles.
I don't reply.
She waits for me to swallow the painfully large pills before she leaves, taking the glass with her.
A bitter taste sits in my mouth. I still haven't gotten used to it.
As I lie back down on the bed, darkness begins to creep into my vision.
The bright white lights flicker and go out with a pop.
My breathing becomes rapid with fear.
What's going on?
That's when I hear the screams.
(A/N: OMG, the suspense! I hope you like Psychos so far! I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to say that I'm not an expert in mental ward conditions. I'm open to concerns and suggestions, though! Also, the Sinclair Institution DOES run itself a little bit differently than you might think.
-V)
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Psychos
HorrorJezebel, 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.
