psycho :: luke brooks

2 - Third Floor

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《Lily's P.O.V》

I walked in to the institution and was surprised by what I saw.

It was neat and clean, definitely not what I was expecting. I was expecting blood all over the walls and floors. Well, I couldn't be relieved too soon as I haven't seen what's on the higher levels.

I nervously walked up to the receptionist and she quickly typed something on the keyboard. As I aproached her, she looked up and smiled. "You must be Lilian Feya, am I correct?"

Ugh, I knew I was going to hate this job already! Her fake smile, fake boobs, fake everything made me want throw up. She's just lying by smiling at me and she can jus-

"Um, excuse me...?", The receptionist stared blankly into my eyes.

"Sorry. Yes, my name is Lilian Feya but please call me Lily" I said as a blush creeps upon my cheeks, embarrassed of my day dreaming.

The receptionist looked at my eyes and my hair and typed swiftly on her keyboard.

"May I please know your age, shoe size, height and weight?" She looked up at me and smiled - fakely-.

"Uh, okay. I am 20 years old, my shoe size is 6 and I am 165cm in length," I answered while I twiddled my fingers. "Weight?" She looked up and raised an eyebrow. "I apologise but I am not too sure what I weigh Mrs.." I had a quick glimpse at her badge.

"Mrs. Rivers" I said while smiling awkwardly. "It's Miss Rivers, I'm not married. I'm 19 years old," she giggled with a hand in front of her mouth.

"Sorry," I said; looking down at my shoes. They were white converse, I don't need to wear fancy shoes to work. I ain't going to wear no high hee-

"Uh, Lily?", The receptionist interrupted my thoughts. I looked up at her. "Yes?"

"I just asked how well trained are you with people with mental illnesses?" She looked at me like I was a weirdo, which I was.

"I have had 1 year studying without mental people and 2 years with mental people" I answered quietly.

"Sorry Lily, they are not mental people, they are people with mental illnesses. If you are to call a patient 'mental' to their face, well let's say your life with change forever." She said to me in a strict manner.

"I do apologise Ms. Rivers," I mumbled, not really caring.

"Oh, please call me Stacy," she chuckled. Wow, she really couldn't stay mad at a person, could she?

"What do you mean that my life will be changed forever?," I asked, gaining some interest.

"Oh my! I am so sorry!" She laughed. My eye kept twitching at her annoying laugh that boys always thought were cute.

"I'm meant to have this explanation thing with you the minute you walk in!" She continued laughing with her hands clenching at her stomach.

I didn't find it very funny.

"Okay, well, let me explain," she managed to say as she got her breath back.

I just nodded with a blank expression.

"There are three levels above this floor." I nodded for her to keep going.

"The first floor is for patients who haven't committed any crimes, they are just a little mentally unstable that's all. They can get released from the institution in a small amount of time.The nurses and patients on the first floor wear light purple suits." I nodded again, hoping I would work on the first floor.