𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒

15

Y/N's POV

Time Skip- Three Days Later

This place was one for people with real problems, that had no solutions. Not for little girls. I tried to convince that Megan was a perfectly normal girl, but I was wrong.

She has some issues of course I was told, can be cured with time, love and patience. According to the people here at this psychological center.

"She is certainly available for visitation. Just be careful," says the man up front, "she bites."

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously.

"I mean... she actually bites."

I nod as he gives me her room number, and walk down the hall, each room has a glass window so you could see inside, blinds were covering some of the windows, and with some rooms, I could see inside and see people, some were curled up in their bed's, a woman was in a praying stance, and a man drew scribbles in sharpie on the walls. Strange.

When I came to the one with Megan's number, her blinds were up and you could see inside, she was drawing flowers and stick people on paper while sitting on the floor.

She had a clipboard in a holster next to her door, I lifted it, and began to read.

Megan Smith

Day One

Incredibly shy, she says she has a best friend from the police, Megan is scared for the police lady, but won't give us any names.

Megan's behavior leads us at the facility to believe she has the mindset of not an eleven year old, but that of a six year old.

She enjoys drawing, playing with dolls etc, she has refused food like a messy infant would, she has odd move swings from fussy, to happy and laughing.

This may take lots of time to fix, it could be from the trauma, or maybe the way she was raised. But either way, Megan is an interesting specimen to have here. We will enjoy her stay.

That last part creeped me out, the fact that she was called a "specimen" was a little odd.

The more I was in this place, the more I realized its more than psychological center. This is a mental institution. Ever patient here has the same outfit, same room, same things inside in the room, and they all have security cameras in the rooms etc.

This is why I don't trust "professionals" this place looks like hell, but instead, it's not burning up, it's bitterly cold and blindly white.

I knock on the door, I hear Megan shout from inside, "Go away! Leave me alone!"

"Megan," I say soothingly, "It's Y/N."

Silence.

I decide to let myself in, she puts down her crayons and runs over, hugging my stomach, "Oh-!" I gasp as I'm attacked.

"Did the man get you?" She asks, still in the embrace. I close the door behind us and get down on one knee to hug her properly, "No," I lie, "No. He didn't even touch me."