Psychosis.

Chapter 17

Bakerland mental institution, 1954.

Elizabeth Woods' pov

So I just got called into work on a Saturday, this better be good.

My co-worker, Mary Traine, seems to be workin aswell.

Mr. Gilliard seems to take a keen interest in her, I wonder why that is.

She works half the hours I do and he still gave her a raise before me, but I guess that's no reason to be bitter.

I mean, it's not her fault, some people are just more likable than others.

I guess she just might be one of those people.

At least that's what I thought at first.

I saw something highly troublin'  today, can't say that I liked it.

It all started when I was on break.          

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I was walkin passed Mr Gilliard's office, which was the usual route to the bench I like to sit at.

Until I heard somethin,

"Yeah, I might just have to let her go." I hear Mr. Gilliard say abruptly.

I stop dead in my tracks, he CAN'T be talkin' about me, right?

"Maybe it would be for the best, Robert." I hear Mary's voice,

What the hell is goin' on in there?

I get closer to look in a opening in the blinds, I just have to know for sure.

"She just ain't got the work ethic, Robert, she ain't all there." Mary says, tossing her hair over her shoulder, revoltin' woman she is.

And why does she keep callin him by his first name? It's odd.

"I'm beginning to think you're the only sane person here, Mary. Everyone else working for me could join the crazies we deal with on a daily basis." Mr. Gilliard said.

I knew he was a cold man, but this was a different side to him that I had never ever seen before,

It was vastly unprofessional how he was talkin about his patients, and more so how he had been talkin with Mary.

"Gee, you mean it?" Mary perked up, she either was delusional, or REALLY lookin' for another raise.

But then he put his finger on her chin, made her look at him.

Oh....my....god....

"Of course I do, you know that, dear."

She shied away from his grasp,

I think I'm gonna throw up.

"I don't know, Robert. We haven't even sealed the deal on our love yet." She answered,

I hope the hell that don't mean what I think it does.

"If you don't think I'm crazy then prove it to me." She said again,

He got up from his chair and walked over to her, he cupped her face in his large, calloused hands, then kissed her.

I wanted her to pull away for the sake of my conscience, but sadly no.

Instead, she kissed him back harder.         Aren't they both married to other people? So they're havin' an affair.

The sounds of their touchin lips and twistin and twirlin tongues almost made me run for the hills, but unfortunately, I didn't.

I guess it was so shocking I couldn't look away, but god help me, because I really wish I did.

He started to unbutton her blouse, as she tore off his blazer. They were undressing, good god, no.

He helped her out by taking off his own undershirt, what a gentleman.

She sat up on his desk, in her bra and panties, waitin, watchin.

He makes his way toward her and kisses her again more roughly.

She swipes everything off the desk, and lays down waiting for him to do god knows what.

I've seen enough.

I ever so slowly back away from the door, and speed walk away,

I need to be anywhere but here.

Were they talkin about me?

That thought crossed my mind, but still not half as much as the thought of them doin what they were.

I start to feel nauseous, so I look for the nearest trashcan to unload what I had earlier in the damn thing.

Soon enough I found one, and threw up in it, the disgustin' acidic taste stayed in my mouth for a while.

I finally got to sit on the bench, the thought occurs to me that this job will be the thing that makes me lose my damn sanity.

I won't be a nurse here anymore, I'll be a patient. Lord knows that ain't fun.

But at least I know now,
Why Mr. Gilliard likes Mary so much.