Between Stripes

T H R E E

"Afternoon Miss Fishwick, take a seat." Her voice was emotionless as usual. I rolled my eyes and sat down, making a conscious effort to be loud. Scraping my chair against the floor. Clanging my cuffs onto the table. Sighing as I waited for her.

"No happy birthday or anything?" I frowned. I didn't like Dr Kayla Mesum. She'd replaced my old psychiatrist four weeks ago. The other one was much better, I can't remember his name but I remember he was easy to talk to and brought cake.

"Come on Miss Fishwick, this is a work environment-"

"It is for you, you bitch!" I snarled. Maybe it was time to let Up and Down talk a little. They liked to taunt Dr Mesum.

"How are you today?"

I rolled my eyes at her. Always professional, acting as if she was in some silly office ringing people up on a silly phone.

"Feeling like you're being condescending again, or something like that." I jeered at her before adding, "That's you to a T isn't it Kayla?"

"Not a good day then Miss Fishwick." Dr Mesum scribbled something down on her stupid clipboard. A loud, annoyed sigh escaped her. I smirked. She didn't like being called by her first name.

"No. It's been good. You're the thing that ruined it."

"I feel like we should see each other more often Miss Fishwick, perhaps four times a week." She scribbled something else down. I gritted my teeth before slamming my palms onto the table.

"Fuck that! I'd prefer to drown you in your own goddamn toilet water!" The words were like spitfire out my mouth.

"Hmm."

"You've got some nerve ignoring me!"

"Miss Fishwick, what on earth could you do to me? You're all tied up." She looked up from her paper and glared at me. I could've sworn she was clenching her jaw to stop herself from smiling.

"I'll show you what I could do!" I snarled and leapt onto the table. Crouching over her, I tried to raise my hands to clench that pretty little throat of hers but I felt someone grab my sides and drag me off the table.

"I'll see her again in two days." Dr Mesum stayed as I was dragged outside the room. Only then did I get put down.

"Georgia, I wasn't kidding when I said she wasn't in a good mood. She's always happy to push your buttons so you've got to be more careful." Joey lectured as he marched me to my 'room'. He had a firm grip on my elbow. I hated it when he thought I was completely psycho. That was only three times a week - now four.

"I hate her." I stayed as he unlocked my cuffs. He frowned deeply.

"I can't help you much Georgia, especially when you're acting like this."

"Get me a new psychiatrist. I'll be good then."

"We're short of 'em at the minute. I'm just glad they've not asked me to be apart of the cleaning staff. Apparently they asked Richard from C wing to do that."

"That's insulting."

"I know. Anyway, have a little nap. You'll be fine tomorrow." Joey gave me a little shove into my cell.

"Whatever Joey." I snapped and plopped onto the bed which hung from the wall.

You should've killed him. He's soft on you.

That's true! He'd crumble like a cookie. Haha! Cookie!

It would've been better to stab that psychiatrist bitch.