"Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor please listen. My brain is scattered. You can be Alice, I'll be the mad hatter..."
Nathaniel "Nate" Beckett was admitted to Briarcliff manor in the late year of 1963. Locked away and isolating himself from e...
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1964
A boy had a lit cigarette placed in between his lips, deeply inhaling as he tried to block out the annoying song that plays throughout the common room. His memory and vision felt fuzzy as it felt like his head was throbbing and his jaw felt cramped.
His right hand was shaking as he removed the cigarette, but he ignored it as he exhaled smoke.
"He did it again, didn't he?" Someone spoke with a french accent, sitting across from the boy.
The boy slowly met her beautiful blue eyes.
Grace Bertrand was considered one of the few friends he made here other than Pepper (who didn't talk). With blue eyes and short, brown hair, she possesses a waifish beauty and speaks with a French accent.
"Yes," the boy quietly in his deep southern accent. They were both referring to the electroshock therapy that he was put in, courtesy of Sister Jude and Dr. Arden because they both believed it would cure his...disease.
This 24-year-old boy was Nathaniel Beckett or Nate as Grace calls him. On his 23rd birthday, he was locked away at Briarcliff Manor because...of who he was and what he had done.
Grace placed her hand over his to comfort him but also tried to change the subject. "They said they brought in the guy who killed all those women."
"Bloody Face is here?" Nathaniel questioned.
It was then, someone walked into the common room to which Grace looked back and nodded. "That's him," she stated.
Nathaniel looked over to see who it was. A very handsome boy who looked to be early 20's entered.
He was a very attractive young man with short, naturally slight curled golden-brown hair and intense dark brown eyes. He was wearing a gown but it was evident that underneath the gown he was wearing, he had welts on his legs.
"That's Bloody Face?" Nathaniel asked, not looking away from the man.
"His name's Kit Walker," Grace continued.
"He..." Nathaniel began, looking over the man's appearance once more. "He ain't no killer."
"You know that?" Grace questioned.
"Yes because...I do..." Nathaniel answered.
Another patient, Shelley approached Kit. "Ooh, Sister Jude is on the warpath," she stated, grabbing his ass.
"Hey, stop it!" Kit snapped.
"Can't make the welts go away, but I can make you forget you had 'em," Shelley replied.
"The nurse already gave me a salve."
"A salve can't cure you like I can...in your session in the hydrotherapy room with me. I speak French..." She bent over in front of him. "And Greek."
