Malignant

CHAPTER 5

Chapter five! I'm back and I'm so sorry for the super long wait:(
This chapter is shorter but I promise it's leading to something exciting!!! Hope you enjoy.

LANA'S POV

In here I have no rights. I cannot leave. I cannot choose when to rise or the time at which I may go to bed. I cannot refuse the poisons that make my mind slow to the point of stopping to cease every emotion.
The rooms have no windows, aside from the window staff peer through on the door. The bed is a small twin size with a single blanket for warmth. There is no rest from the screams of others, the ones driven to be crazier by the hours of isolation. We aren't patients but inmates, barely human at all.

I laid there in silence, Knowing it was almost time for our usual scheduled wake-up call. Getting lost in thought I Suddenly see something in my side vision. Turning over I see a piece of glass shining on the cold dirty floor. I roll over in a week speed due to the discipline I received last night from disobeying a guard.
I crawled over and swooped the piece of reflection into my freezing hands.
Looking into it I see someone unfamiliar. The person looking at me wasn't who I remember, she wasn't the girl in my beautiful memories. The girl was broken, empty, lonely, and forgotten.
Her green eyes were no longer glowing, her skin no longer blooming, and her smile no longer showing. I slowly flip the glass between my fingers knowing I'd be in trouble if I was found with this because I know of multiple patients who grasped such a weapon would use it to end the pain once and for all.

My thought died and my actions took control. Hot tears fell uncontrollably as I held the sharp glass to my neck firmly, about to do the unthinkable. Was letting my actions take it's course right or would death bring even more loneliness.
I screwed my eyes shut and let out my last breath.

Suddenly I was interrupted as my cell door opened. Quickly I hid the mirror behind me, tucking it under my medical dress.
My breathing was unstable since I was almost about to take the very thing that was holding me to this nightmare.
The guard walked in coming towards me. I scooted back in fear unsure as to why he was in here.
Our morning wake up call wasn't for another 45 minutes.

"Get up Watson! The Doctor wants to see you!" He yelled with a drill Sargent voice.
I stood slowly trying to keep the piece of glass in place while I was escorted from my room.

It was early and no patients were awake. As we made our way down the cold hallway to a large pair of double doors I became anxious in my stomach.
Usually, I had my morning time of breakfast then our free time in the library, before my session with Dr. Caldwell.
Whatever it was it must be important.

He opens the door and tells me to go in and that doctor will be in shortly.
Walking to the maroon couch I sit down slowly, still feeling something off about this early session.
Finally, the door shuts and I'm alone in this massive expensive office.
I hated these talks with the doctor, and I hated the doctor. He was unusually creepy and made my insides feel like I was going to be sick. The way he looked at all the girls in here was so weird and perverted.
His grey hair was always slicked back professionally and his white doctors uniform only made his hideous pale skin more ghostly.
He made me feel so anxious and uncomfortable and I wish I was dead when he even glanced at my face.

I suddenly remember the mirror and grab it out from underneath my dress, and Slid it into the side part of the cushion of the couch. I don't want to be caught with something like that, who knows what kind of punishment I would receive.
The noise of the door across the room opens and snaps me from my actions.
I cross my legs and put my hands in my lap trying to act natural.

His revolting tall skinny figure walked to his desk chair across from me and sat down.
His eyes slowly locked with mine over his glasses that sat on the tip of his long nose.
I looked at my lap and stayed silent.