Ms.Skeevy's Home for Young Ladies

Chapter 2- Understand

Ellen debated calling a nurse to tell them what happened, but decided against it. There was a likely chance no one would believe her story. She could barely believe it herself.

After her adrenaline wore off, Ellen realized just how tired she was. She settled back into the bed, still pondering what happened. Who was that girl? Ellen had no clue. The best answer Ellen could come up with was that she was a figment of her imagination. /That explains why that girl was so pretty/, Ellen thought as sleep overcame her once again.

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"RISE AND SHINE SWEETIE!"

This time when Ellen opened her eyes she was greeted by the perky face of Nurse Barbie. She groaned and covered her face with a pillow.

"Just five more minutes," she pleaded, voice muffled. The nurse tore the pillow from her grasp.

"Sorry hon, but you have to meet with Ms. Skeevy in 30 minutes," She said while checking Ellen's vitals. "Now come on, sit up so I can check your back,"

Ellen sighed and sat up. While Barbara unwrapped the bandages, Ellen's mind wandered to the girl she saw last night. And yet, as she looked back into her memories, this one seemed more like a dream. Maybe that's what it was: a dream. Ellen decided that's what she would chalk it up to, and move on with her life. Which brought her to the next order of business...

"Uh, excuse me, Nurse Barbie?" Ellen said tentatively.

"Yea sweetie?" Nurse Barbie responded while applying cream to the cuts.

"What happened to my dad?"

Ellen could feel the nurses hand falter on her back, before she answered, "Well, honey, they took him to jail, which is where he is going to stay for a very, VERY long time. And that's a promise!"

She patted Ellen on the back, causing Ellen to wince. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

"It's alright," Ellen said, chuckling a bit. The nurse could be slightly irritating, but she was still sweet, caring, and extremely amusing.

Nurse Barbie finished wrapping Ellen's wound up, all while talking at the speed of light about a million things. As she sealed the bandage, there was a knock at the door.

"Ooh!" The nurse jumped up and smiled even wider, "That must be Mrs. Skeevy!"

Ellen suddenly didn't want to meet this lady anymore. It would be the first adult she'd meet since her dad besides Nurse Barbie, and the overexcited blonde definitely did NOT count.

Nurse Barbie pranced over the door and threw it open. Behind it was a short old lady, with a face as crinkled as a crumpled up paper and the kindest eyes Ellen had ever seen. She looked over at Ellen and smiled.

"Hello there," she said, her voice as kind as her eyes, "My name is Mrs. Skeevy. And I presume you are Ellen?"

"Yes ma'am," Ellen said politely, and forced a smile. Despite Mrs. Skeevy's nice demeanor, she still felt nervous.

"Well, it is very nice to meet you, Ellen," she turned to Nurse Barbie, "Would it be alright if I talked to her in private?"

"Of course!" The nurse said happily. She left the room with a quick wave to Ellen.

Mrs. Skeevy hobbled over to the chair next to Ellen's bed and sat down. Up close, she could see that her eyes were a light brown color, almost looking golden.

"So, Ellen..." The old lady said, and Ellen broke her eye contact. Here it came. The endless questions about her father.

"Got any hobbies?"