Red like roses (Sexual Offenderman Fanfiction)

Chapter 35 - Solace

The first thing Amy did was scream. Scream as loudly as she could.

Then she had collapsed onto the bed, crying with a heavy lump in her throat, her bottom lip trembling violently.

Everyone had grabbed Amy the second her chaotic episode had started, but when they laid their hands on her and tried to keep her still, she had started kicking and screaming even louder.

She begged for them to leave her alone, screaming how this life wasn't real.

Only when one of the doctors stick a needle into her arm, had she relaxed and fallen asleep again.

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Amy sat in a simple white chair that felt weirdly cold, making her curl up into a tight ball. A tiny table was placed in front of her and at the other end of if there was a doctor sitting quietly, wearing a long white coat and a pair of brown shoes that had scratches and small holes on them. His hair was turning grey and slowly falling off, but his mustache stayed strong under his round potato-shaped nose.

In the middle of the table, there was a small tape recorder. It had a small red light flashing on it, telling the human that it was turned on. She raised her eyes towards the doctor.

"How are you feeling today, Amy?" he asked, smacking his lips as he looked through some papers, not even looking at the human.

The red haired girl looked around the room she was in. It was much smaller than the room she had woken up in, and there was no furniture - only the two chairs and a table. The walls were perfectly white, freshly painted. 

"This room is very white", Amy noted and slowly turned her eyes back to the doctor. He raised his furry eyebrows at her.

"Well, it calms the patients", he answered after a moment of silence, laying his papers down and locking his hands together over them. 

Amy raised her eyebrows at him as an answer, not really believing if what he had said was true. 

"My name is George Miller. You can talk to me about everything. This thing right here -", George leaned over the table and tapped the recorder. "- is just here to record what we are saying."

'Are you too lazy to write?' Amy asked him, but only inside her own head.

George Miller leaned back down to his seat, letting out a tired huff. Amy only slightly rolled her eyes at him, giving out a tired sigh.

How could she ever talk to him about anything? She couldn't talk to anyone here about what had happened.

They would lock her up if she told the truth.

"So, Amy. We are here to talk about the ... 'episode' you had when you woke up from your coma. Could you tell us what made you so upset yesterday?" he asked, locking his hands together again and playing with his thumbs as he patiently waited for an answer.

Amy did not answer.

"I was told you started crying, when you were told that you had slept over three days. Was this ... shocking to hear?"

Amy closed her eyes tightly, breathing in heavily but not letting the air go out. She held her breath for a few seconds before slowly letting it out, opening her eyes in the progress.

Amy couldn't believe it. She was back home. Well, almost. But she was here again, back into her old normal life.