Twisted

chapter 1

- eve's pov -

Dazed and confused I slowly sit up and look around at my surroundings. The familiar scent and beeping machines let me know where I was. As I tried to rack my brain for answers, the disturbing memories hit me like a ton of bricks. How could I let it get that bad?

Shaking my thoughts away, I decide to press the button next to my bed that calls the nurse. I had no one to wake up to, and I needed to know what was going on. I'm guessing no one came to visit me while I was here. Soon enough the nurse came in and flashed me a warm smile. Before I could ask her anything she let me know the doctor will be in to speak with me. And just like that she walked out of the room and into the deserted hallway. A heavier set of footsteps sounded beside her and walked right into my room.

The older man stood next to my bed with his clipboard in hand. After we greeted each other he pulled out the light blue chair and took a seat next to me, lowering his slender body down to my level. "Well I'd like to inform that you suffered a traumatic rape, as well as a near death opioid overdose, and stayed on life support during a drug induced com-". "I know what happened to me. I just wanna know when I'll be leaving doctor", I cut him off mid sentence. "See the thing is your mental health and history isn't so good; therefore we cannot take this case lightly. In order to guarantee you a safe recovery, you will need to be held inpatient.". "So how long will I be here for?". "This hospital does not offer the resources needed for that.", he replied. "Since we can not treat you here you will be admitted to Lakeshore Hospital just about 40 minutes from here", he grinned at me, but it looked like he was hinting at something. "Oh okay thank you for your help Doctor ..". "Smith; Doctor Smith". I nodded and smiled. He smiled back and told me I would be transferred as soon as possible .

The ride to the new hospital felt like forever and the pain in my stomach was only growing worse. I struggled to fall asleep due to my anxious thoughts. This was definitely not 40 minutes. I was still in my hospital gown, all my personal belongings were picked up from the hospital and brought back to my mothers house. I could tell we were driving into a more rural area now. We drove on a bumpy road, passing by many pine trees. Every now and then we would go past a mini mart or a pub. The hospital was secluded far away from the general public, basically in the middle of nowhere.

As we pull up to the eerie looking building I read the words engraved on the stone header. 'Lakeshore Psychiatric Hospital of Chicago'. Below the name read the address '850 West Lawrence Drive, Chicago, IL'. I was under the impression that I was going to a rehab facility but I wasn't surprised that I ended up here. The building look ran down, the tiny windows were barred up and it honestly looked like something out of a horror movie. The eerie looks of this building made me nervous. I just want to go home. Two nurses from inside the hospital came to escort me in. "I don't belong here, I'm not supposed to be in here", I shake my head and try to explain, but they pulled me harder into the entrance. I'm sure they have heard this plenty of times, but I really was not meant to be here. Even though I probably looked crazy at the moment I continued to assure them I was perfectly fine. I started thrashing around and kicking, trying to pull myself out of the death grip they had on me. A sharp pain went through my right arm and soon enough my vision went black and the noises around me went silent.