The girl who cried wolf

Chapter 11

"Hello, Olivia." Dr Pansaki was an Indian woman, she looked like a normal shrink, big glasses, ugly clothes and a mandatory white coat. "How have you been since our last meeting? Have you seen any more wolves?"

"I'm not imaginning it." Olivia muttered, her teeth clenched. "I saw them take Clara. I'm not crazy."

"No you're not. You're ill." Dr Pansaki reached forward, taking Olivia's hand, "And the more you feed this illusion, the more it's going to keep happening."

Olivia tried to tell Aunt Georgia about the wolves, but Aunt Georgia refused to believe it, accusing Olivia of being crazy  and shipping her off to 'Soft Meadows'. Even though the name made the asylum sound like a spa, the place was anything but. Olivia was forced to contribute to group discussions, with people who had eating disorders, anxiety, depression and were just plain crazy. Olivia noticed how all of the sessions ended with someone having an attack of whatever illness they were suffering from.

Everything was sugar-coated here, they just used the medical hokum. Instead of, 'Olivia is insane,' They used, 'Olivia is ill in her mind'.

Olivia found them both insulting because neither of them were true.

"I can describe the wolves to you." Olivia said, looking at Pansaki in the eye. "There was a grey one, honey eyes, a brown one, with light brown eyes, not the same shade as the grey one-"

"Stop. You are feeding this illusion. You've been thinking into it." She shook her head, Olivia resisted the urge to scream. "Have you received your treatment?"

"The one where they stick needles into me, or the one where they zap every normal thought out of me." Olivia had discovered that being a smart ass here made her seem even more crazy then at first appearance. But she was relentless in making them pay for what they did to her.

"Sedatement keeps you calm and shock treatment is curing you, Olivia." Dr Pansaki lowered her head. "But I see that isn't working for you-"

"THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT CRAZY!" Olivia yelled, Dr Pansaki flicked a switch. Two large men in white uniforms took Olivia under her arms. "I AM NOT CRAZY!" She screamed, as the two meatheads placed her in her room, quickly locking the doors. The room was plain, a bed in the middle, a painting of fruit was bolted to the wall. There was a desk and a chair, both bolted to the floor, and a balcony which was always locked in case Olivia got any suicidal ideas. But it was too late for that now.

Tim saw the change in Clara almost instantly, he grabbed Alex.

"Time to run." He whispered in Alex's ear, Alex reached for Clara. "No! Leave her be, she'll bite you!"

"Let's just lead her to the cellar, so then she won't hurt anyone." Alex said, "I don't think we'll need that many wolves." Tim ran for the cellar to get it ready. Alex remained with Clara, watching as she screamed and twisted, her body fighting with itself for control. She was transforming, and fast. Where Clara's body once lay, there was now a black wolf, twitching and breathing heavily.

"Clara." Alex whispered, slowly coming towards her, "Clara, are you still-"

Just as quickly as Clara had transformed, she launched herself at Alex, snarling at him. She pushed him onto his back, pinning him, growling and snapping at him, Alex pushed her off. He looked at the black wolf, she bared her teeth at him. But he didn't run. He snarled back at her, the animal inside of him was telling him to join her. It felt right.... like fate. Something in her feral green eyes flashed, and it clicked into place. Clara was one of the pack and she needed her pack. But she didn't know who her pack was just yet.

"ALEX!" Tim yelled, "I'm ready, bring her down!" Alex turned away from the she-wolf and began running, he knew she was following him, interested in where he was going.