Orphan in Limbo

Bad News

--- The next morning ---
24th of March, 1962

The wee hours of the morning were embraced by not only the scintillating, warm sun rays which assaulted the small city of Massachusetts, further, the silver-tongued songs of the chirping birds jingled elating, calm tunes in the ears as if they resembled a vintage song, playing on a recorder.

Odette's therapy was in a matter of days. Furthermore, her birthday was tomorrow and she wasn't able to accept birthday presents whether from her biological parents or otherwise her secondary ones, in fact the risks will aggravate everything else as its sandstorm demolishes any building, any object even any living soul.

What it was readily certain was she will receive daily visits whether from Jude and Timothy or Elsa, Massimo and Evelyn.

After the young lady had the usual breakfast before paying a visit to the doctor's office even when she was the least occupied with patients like her, she seated on the tattered, old common room's sofa by sharing a couple of minutes as a piece of moment with Kit, smoking along.

He offered her a cigarette by lighting it up with matches which he had since the young man liked her and genuinely relished each spent moment with her. The both young adults were as usually encompassed by sea of patients, who were rather banging their heads bluntly, forcefully in the brick walls of the room, besides being involved in physical fights or their high-pitched in hysterical pain bewails collide in the walls and ring fiendish tunes in the surrounders' ears.

"I still can't believe my therapy is in a matter of few days and afterwards I'm getting out of this hellhole once and forever." The brunette evoked by taking a second drag of her cigar length, thereafter expelling dim from her mouth in a blow which diffused in the thin, nevertheless reeking of urine, medicaments and poor hygiene common room's air.

"Good for ya, Odette! You deserve this freedom." In spite of Kit's sheer satisfaction which was vomited in his masculine voice, he kept its igniting vicious cycle, cooking inside him by blaming the authorities for pointlessly locking him up in a mental hospital for criminally insane as if he was considered midst them. "I'm wishing you good luck in yar life as well." He kept on by taking a puff of its cigar length by emitting mild dim.

"Thank you! I believe you will be released sooner or later and they will come to the conclusion you're innocent." The young man chewed his bottom lip as he transfixed his chocolate brown eyes on the young woman, supervising her body language as she seemed a tad disquiet when she was nigh men. Little did he know about her paat with exception a small quantity behind the darkness which was inescapable visible by the way the brunette looked at the others as if they alook like her foes. Her hazelish-brown orbs glimmered unconditional abhorrent, inevitable acumen and glassiness. Namely almost everybody is considered as a hazard even worse in Odette's case. A foe since she's been hurt a several times in her life. A vague, sympathetic smile honed up in the corner of Kit's lips at the thought of unachievable freedom unless one of the orderlies forces him to sign a contract for his release. "They're just dumbasses who're blinded by the law instead of listening to ordinary people like us what we shall say." She sighed.

"You're goddamn right, Odette! They will never understand misunderstood people especially like us."

"Unfortunately, you've got the right to say it out. They're down with the pretty lies." The juvenile singer took another drag of her cigarette, emphasizing the last words in the second sentence. "The pretty lies which they're living in."