Welcome to Briarcliff

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"You are Odette Beatrix Martin Howard?" Mary Eunice arched an eyebrow as her creamy, white like vanilla forehead creased when she supervised the young recently comitted patient, who wore nothing in her bath, filled with hot boiling water that contacted her palish, mossy skin. What the young nun thought was that the inmate's name sounded eerily familar to her, although she has never encountered her parents in person, nevertheless via her friendly talks with Frank, who has been a security guard in Briarcliff for over 20 years knew ideally Odette's parents and told Mary Eunice about Odette. Subsequently, Mary Eunice commenced to like them all of them, considering them as benevolent people even the love child reckoned in this number. "Why your name sounds so familar to me? I mean, I have the feeling of knowing you from somewhere." It bewildered the young singer even more who gaped with slightly agape mouth the young blonde, chewing her bottom lip in unsettled manner. 

The truth was Odette has never known the young sister of the church in her life even before being committed as a criminally insane lunatic in the madhouse. First and foremost, what the brunette knew about Briarcliff was her birthplace and she had mildly better memories from this place even if they aren't opulent at all unlike in the both orphanages where she has been transported. What she ideally recalled as mesmerizing memories from the nuthouse was when her parents hided her from the other lunatics, clerical members of the church and security guards with one exception as well, besides when they spent their leisure time with their newborn daughter, singing to her before bedtime and being constantly supervised by her own mother when they were in the office together. At last but not least, the atrocious memory she had from Briarcliff was when she was being deprived on 3rd day after her birth from her parents' arms. 

Initially, the orphan thought her parents never loved her and considered her as imperfect, hence, that's the crucial reason why she was thrown away until she came to the conclusion as she grew up that it wasn't their fault at all. Furthermore, the stern, stony-hearted nuns were as vicious as wolves when they caught the nowadays married couple looking after a child in a mental institution, where children shouldn't be looked after and don't belong at all. 

"No, no, no! You have mistaken me with somebody, sister!" The young woman ultimately permitted her body to relax in the bathtub as its hydrotherapy is perfomed on her. "You don't even know my story." She felt somewhat awkward for not acknowledging the blonde's name, lingering on her conscience. 

"You grew up as an orphan and you were deprived from your parents' arms when you were still a baby." 

"From where do you know all this, sister?" All of a sudden, the love child snapped at the nun as she was beyond flabbergasted by Mary Eunice's knowledge of her early biography. In the interim, Mary Eunice blushed as her porcelain, pale complexion was veiled in sanguine tint. 

"First of all, I am Sister Mary Eunice as I have forgotten to introduce myself for which I'm apologising, Odette. Second, Frank, one of the security guards told me this about you. He was very close friend of your parents."

"Oh! Don't tell me he's another jackass like the authorities." The singer cried out loud, shutting her eyelids as she reished the moment when her stark, slender body submerged in the mist, sweltering water, as a result of earning the devotional member of the clergy's piercing glare for addressing the former cop without even knowing him. 

"He isn't a jackass. He's a nice, diligent, responsible and clever one! Frank used to be so kind to your parents especially your mother, while he's polite to me nowadays."

"I see." The brunette didn't want to carry on with its heating debates between her and the young nun at all. "It's awesome he has been friends with my parents."

"Indeed! So let's not waste any valuable time anymore by getting you in comfy patient's garments and go in Father McKenzie's office in a jiffy."


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