Orphan in Limbo

Blameless

"Well, Serena and Odette, I'm leaving both of ya since there's a turmoil," The former police officer pat lightly, affably their shoulders by getting from the tattered, old sofa as his daily agenda as tormenting and hectic as usually. He was snapped when the sound of opening double doors in the common room drew the 3 adults attention within seconds without reluctance. "Oh, here we are with the next visitors!" He whispered in Odette's ear as they didn't take their inqusitive, studious eyes from the both couples who united along. 

"I think I see Odette with one girl." Evelyn responded bashfully as the horde of adults were approaching the ragged, poor-quality sofa as Odette and Serena were seating, broke off the hug shortly before the both couples stepped up in the common room as a couple of lunatics glanced at the uninvited guests of the mental hospital. 

"Hi guys!" Frank greeted warmly the both families as he blocked their way after leaving the both young women transfixing their agitated looks on their youthful, milky faces on the horde of adults. The security guard offered them a sympathetic, humble smile, distorted across his lips.

"Oh hi, Frank! Did ya talk to Odette and this girl with her?" The native Bostonian enquired in wry manner by chewing her bottom lip in unsettled manner whilst Elsa was rubbing with her long, elegant fingers her curly hair as its fingers tipped its soft spots of her head. 

"Yeah, I did! Father McKenzie released the gal from solitary as a present for Odette. They comforted one another and told one another even their stories behind their commitment in Briarcliff." Frank commenced explaining as seconds before his monologue, he cleared his dry throat. In this moment, the other 2 men timidly ambled up to the couch as their mouths were agape, gaping at Odette and Serena. Their dark eyes were fueled as they glinted with sparks of endless compassion, tremendous sorrow and distress once they beheld them in despaired condition which contrasted what they used to be before being jailed in the mental institution. In the meanwhile, the former man of the cloth couldn't repress bitter, crystal dew, pooling his flimsy eyelids as tears betrayed to roll down on his cheeks as he quietly sobbed, incapable of resisting its rephensible picture which was portrayed, airbrushed with its somber nuances of the melancholic, horrific images of completely blameless, vulnerable, young women aa they the least deserved to be institutionalized in the horrid, sinister nuthouse.

"Odette," The both men lowered their velvet voices as they accentuated on their distressed spelling of the juvenile, aspiring singer's name. "Who's this girl with you? Is she friend of yours?" Timothy posed the question beyond calmly as he seated alongside his daughter, whereas Massimo was propping on the couch without sitting directly.

"It's Serena. My childhood friend." The young brunette replied plainly as it was stoic to her how Serena looked like while the former authority left the common room as Jude, Elsa and Evelyn joined the other horde of adults.

"Serena?" In the interim, Massimo and Timothy inspected as their eyes wandered up and down by scanning momentarily the other inmate. Their hearts were cracked on trillions of glassy, miniature pieces as if they were whacked with hammers. What Massimo knew about the other girl was she was another orphan who was being adopted just before Odette was conveyed in Florida's orphanage until the both men realized the other patient looked peculiarly similar or not exactly. 

"Oh, gentlemen! I'm so ashamed," The strawberry-haired muttered out by struggling to spell each syllable, covering her face with her elvish, smooth hands as they were greased in filth and poor hygiene.

"Don't be ashamed! We mean no harm, Serena. You seem an amiable girl." The former holy man clarified calmly without daring to touch Serena. 

"Do I look really look like," All of a sudden as Serena scrutinized, inspecting Timothy's handsome facial features within seconds until realizing it's her old friend's father especially by judging their hair color and certain enchanting facial features they shared in common. "A friendly one? I'm just like the rest of these poor souls, trapped in an asylum for the rest of their lives. You might perceive me as a kind of a danger."