Orphan in Limbo

Release

"My signature? Are ya being serious?" The brunette inquired as her lip curled as a radioactive wave by glimpsing at Carl for a split second after putting her signature on the contract for her release. Her frail heart heavily throbbed in her chest once she heard the good news which reached her. 

"Of course, Miss! Sister Mary Eunice awaits you upstairs to change yourself into something different and the Howards are waiting for you outside." The sanitarian replied dryly as he received back the pen and the contract as Odette from the sofa by walking away from the common room. Searing heat crept underneath her plump cheeks as soon as she heard the best news for today, besides her successful therapy. 

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A few minutes after towering the Stairway to Heaven by pacing in the dim light hallway of the asylum by wearing a smug, beaming smile across her rosy-coloured, damp lips, in fact, her release was actually a fact at last. 

As soon as the young woman found the head of Briarcliff's office by standing before the wooden door by rapping on the door a couple of times as she bit her bottom plumpish lip, suddenly feminine, juvenile voice echoed by ushering the young, aspiring singer to enter in the office without reluctance.

"Come in, Odette! I know you're there." The young blonde evoked as soon as Odette opened the office's door, thereafter shutting it behind her by offering a sheepish, sympathetic smile to the sister of the church.

The both girls couldn't endure girlish, gleeful giggles as it tickled their tongues, whilst Mary Eunice turned to her recent visitor after looking out the window by contemplating the spring, extraordinarily breathtaking scenery of flourishing flowers, trees and bushes, the bright, megawatt sunrays which delicately scooped everything below. The silver-tongued, elating songs of the chirping birds were floating, encompassing the old, unwelcoming mental hospital's façade, where the darkness dominated even trapping the wretched souls in the hollow. 

"Sister, it was a bit awkward, not gonna lie!" The juvenile singer' lips motioned like thin piano keys as the laughter which once lingered on her tongue was succumbed by the intense hush by enveloping her mouth in hollow. "Where's Monsignor McKenzie?" She resumed her utterance by arching an eyebrow as she slowly inspected the austere, old-fashioned office in the corner of her studious hazelish-brown orbs, scanning it.

"Don't worry about him! He's being busy with some church duties." The woman of the cloth assured the recently released inmate as her voice was as mellow as velvet, honeyed. An innocent, childish smile crawled on her porcelain, pale complexion. "You shouldn't be anxious at all. Your parents are more than delighted to welcome you outside."

"I think it's better to get out of there as soon as possible." The slightly older woman went in the en-suite bedroom as she was commencing to take off her rigid, shapeless stone blue patient gown, followed by her filthy, shabby white shoes which shoed, shielding her petite feet of the cold nuthouse's flooring as her appearance was ratty then.  "I mustn't waste a lot of time at all. My resilience chimes me to be as swift as a falling leaf." The love child murmured as it was solely audible for her. In the interval, nothing didn't hug her half stark body than her piece of ordinary lingerie as it covered her intimate parts only. A grandiose, a tad dirty with cherry wood frame reflected her double her as well.

Her honey brown eyes were fixed on the reflexion by studying for a while her body parts by approaching the mirror as it more zoomed, the better view she had of her overall appearance in details. Her biceps and meaty hips were as floppy as disks. Her lion mane of chestnut tresses still looked mesmerizing and gorgeous even if they were capped in scum. The youthful brilliance of her porcelain, silken skin which shielded her frail skeleton, the brilliance of diamond returned again as her smile was as beaming as a sunshine even when the scum was greasing almost every inch of her skin without any regular and moderate body hygiene. The juvenile singer behaved as if she was a self-conscious teeanger, who was incessantly anxious over her body and appearance in general by focusing on the traits, which she considered them as flaws and hence, rendering her imperfect and ugly. The weight loss was phenomenally, starkly discernible even for halfly blind person. The stench of medicaments, urine and lack of average hygiene were inescapable, emanating from the young lady by overspreading in the thin air of her mother's former en-suite bedroom which was linked with her former office.