The Facility

Dolls

Meanwhile, Leigh was dragged into a corner.

"What is wrong with you?!" Her mother asked after slamming her back into a wall.

Leigh was pale and terrified. "I-I don't know I just-"

"And what's this about fattening medicine? Are you trying to make me throw up?! Who does that?" She raised a hand as if she would hit Leigh.

Leigh flinched and braced for impact but nothing came. She looked at her mum afterwards and saw the woman rubbing the hand which she had raised a while ago onto her dress.

The lady was now laughing and looking over her shoulder. "Silly girl you."

Leigh was very lost. "M-Mother I thought you were-"

"Shhh! The guards." She hissed at Leigh with wide angry eyes.

Leigh blinked and then noticed some guards walking down the hall. They seemed to actually be looking at them. "Oh . . ."

"Everything alright here ma'am?" One of them asked.

"Oh yes. I just came to deal with some business regarding my daughter. Her teacher called me here you see." She sounded like a normal civilized person.

Leigh felt her mum rub her back and she had mixed feelings about the gesture.

The guards nodded and then kept moving about their merry way.

Both Leigh and her mom watched them go and once they were out of sight Leigh was smacked in the face. "Ow! No fair you caught me off gua-"

"Shut up! What's with all of this talking back huh?" Her mother asked in another hiss. She stopped looking deranged with fury to take a deep breath and then to stand straighter. When she spoke to Leigh she often had to bend. For some reason Leigh came out stupidly short. "I didn't come here for you you know."

Leigh folded her lips together. What did Alex tell her mom regarding this therapy? Did he outright say to come to her school for therapy or . . . "Th-then . . . wh-what are y-you . . . here for?" She asked in a tiny voice, holding her cheek where she had been hit.

Her mom looked in the direction of the cafeteria. "That girl . . . the one with the blonde hair." She looked like the picture of grace and beauty as she spoke now, not deranged or angry at all. She faced Leigh and looked down at her with just her eyes. "Is she available right now? What class is this?"

Leigh scratched her head. "C-class? N-no class. We're having breakfast."

Her mom was quiet for a moment. "Really?" She sounded a bit grossed out by that. "They designate a time period for all students to have breakfast?"

Leigh nodded quietly. I want you to get help so bad but you're really scary and mean Mother. "Yes."

"Mmm . . ." She was looking at the cafeteria again. "What a waste of time . . ."

Leigh rubbed her arm in discomfort.

"What were you having?" She asked with her nose already turned up by what she would hear.

Leigh gulped. "E-eggs . . . and . . . b-baccon . . s-some bread . . . pancakes." She basically mumbled.

Her mother suddenly grabbed her by the face, squeezing her cheeks in one hand. She seemed to be observing Leigh's facial features. "Humph. It's gotten worse."

Leigh got released and she finally breathed again. She rested a hand against one of her cheeks.

"What did you do to make yourself look more . . . acorn rat?"