Synced Insane

Aoide

Months later...

I've been in this place for what feels like ages. The people took me here. They call it a mental hospital.

I call it Hel.

They keep me in a room with bars on my windows. Every day, three times a day, they came and gave me "food", a plastic tray with assorted piles of mush on it, only for me to throw it back up later. Every three hours they gave me injections. At first, it was two injections, but they slowly raised it as I grew stronger.

I'm up to six injections. It's starting to wear off though. Soon they'll just increase it again.

They don't let me out of the room. So I sit hear drugged, starving and bored. Day after day, week after week. Occasionally, I'll fight the people that did this to me, mostly when I first arrived. They now expect that and come with five or six people. I still try and hold the door closed. They only manage to open it when all five people helped.

I woke up today and got my first injection right away, like every other day. The injections barely effect me right now, just enough to keep me at bay. I sighed after the people left. The next day's dosages will be larger. I sat thinking for a few minutes, or hours, I can't tell anymore. I got up from my lumpy bed and walked to my window. My view was the only decent thing here. It covered my window with its natural foliage. Sunlight caught the leaves and shined inside. It allows me to forget that this place is terrible, even if it's only for a minute. I spend some time watching a squirrel and thinking. My thoughts are interrupted as my door swings open. It bangs again as it is slammed closed. I turn and see a girl who looks around my age that has reddish-brown hair and a collar. She is wearing a patient uniform and hasn't noticed me yet. She turns from the door and sees me looking at her. He eyes widen and she fingers the doorknob. I can sense her fear.

"Sorry." She mumbles barely audible. I heard her clearly. She had a slight accent.

"It's fine," I say with a small smile. "I haven't had company in a while. Stay as long as you need." Her hand drops from the handle and a relieved look fills her face.

"Thank you." She mumbles again. I look at her collar.

"Why do you have that?" I ask politely. She stiffens and bites her lip, but I give her a calming look. I add. "It's okay. You can trust me." She nodded.

"I'm...different. So they hurt me." Her voice was barely above a whisper. I walk over to her. She flinches and takes a step back.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I hummed a calming tune. Her expression relaxed and she loosened up.  "I think I can turn this off."

"How?" I gently pressed my fingers to the collar, being careful not to trigger an alarm. I concentrated and sent a Sonic sound wave through the collar. It beeped and shut down. The girl let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." Her voice was normal. Her accent was more noticeable. "What's your name?"

"I'm Aoide." I smiled.

"I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff." She returned the smile.