Bakerland Mental Institution, 1954.
Elizabeth Woods' POV
"Don't be nervous." I thought briefly to myself,
What's the worst that could happen? he fires me? That's exactly what i want his ass to do. I can't work at this place anymore. Not after what I just saw him do with Mary. Not after the stillborn baby girl I had to deliver. Not after watchin' a 14 year old boy lose his innocence at the hands of electric therapy.
I'm finished with this nonsense, Mr.Gilliard should be put in prison.
But I couldn't tell anyone about it.
No-one would believe me.
"The nurse who spent so much time in the nut house, that she BECAME nuts."
I just know that's how he would make it look like. He could ruin my life if he wanted to. He certainly has the resources.
He would ruin me.
I pace around the front desk, waitin, watchin. Anythin' to keep myself distracted from doing what I need to.
I need to give him a notice so I can leave already.
Just as I'm about to muster up the courage to do what I need to do,
A woman walks through the doors and makes way to the front desk.
A tall, slender framed woman with dark hair pulled in an updo. She was beautiful, confident, calm, collected.
"Psst!" A voice harshly whispered behind my back, I turn around.
The look on my face must've said it all
"What are ya fussin' bout?" I say as I turn to face the receptionist lady.
"Elizabeth, you haven't got any clue who that is, haven't ya?" She questioned rather snarkily.
Alright, calm down Sherlock.
"No? Should I?" I retaliated skeptically
"Well yeah! That's Myra Pulaski!"
Myra Pulaski?
Christopher Pulaski's wife?
THAT Mrs.Pulaski?
Where in the hell has she been all this time while her husband has been in this facility?
"Excuse me?" Her voice chirps up,
"I am a visitor of Mr.Pulaski."
"Of course, Room 220." The receptionist said gleefully.
"Thank you very much."
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Later on
I was almost finished makin my rounds, I was almost ready to go home for the night. But I had just ONE more room to go.
Room 220.
I am walkin to Christopher's room, ain't nothin' else to it.
I shouldn't be so uneasy but I am.
Why?
Why am I so uneasy?
I outstretched my arm to reach for the door handle, I realize I am shaking.
I push that aside and open it anyway.
There he is, Christopher.
Layin' faceup on the bed, I start to wonder if I really need to be here.
"She left me, Elizabeth."
Oh no.
"....Pardon?" I hear myself, so stupid.
"Told me she filed for divorce already. Didn't even give me a chance to have a say in it. She's gone Elizabeth. The only thing in my life that made me happy is gone forever." He said with such sorrow and emptiness.
As he sits up, I feel a tinge of discomfort wash over every fiber of my body.
"She was my happiness. And what is life without happiness, right?" He starts to go off, i can't help but feel a bit startled.
"I MEAN, WHAT'S THE POINT OF ANYTHING WITHOUT HAPPINESS!?" I slowly back away from him,
"WHAT IS THE-" he cuts himself off by bashing his head REALLY hard against the concrete wall.
"-FUCKING POINT!?!?" He finishes,
I am so shocked I just stare.
He starts to bash his head against the concrete even harder and faster, splats of blood gettin bigger with each one.
I finally act,
I run out of the room and yell as loud as my voice will let me,
"SOMEONE CALL A PARAMEDIC, PLEEAASSEE!!!" my throat becomin' hoarse and my voice starts to break.
I run back in to check on him,
He is laying on the floor.
I run over to his seemingly unconscious body, only to check his pulse and find out......he's dead.
I collapse on the floor, crying, screaming, yelling as much as my broken voice will let me.
But a broken voice is no match for a broken heart.
YOU ARE READING
Psychosis.
KorkuBakerland is a small little southern town where not much happens, until a group of friends find themselves stuck there. They soon realize the hotel they reside in hasn't always been a hotel. And whatever happened there stayed there.
