Post by Lucille Eleine Malory on Aug 3, 2012 2:28:30 GMT
Lucille was looking at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. How long had it been since her father and her sister had left her in the care of the Asylum?
Or should I say hell, she thought dryly.
2 hours? 3 hours? A full day? She did not know.The ward was a dark, dusty place, with pests like rodents running about. There where no windows anywhere near her, so she didnt know weather it was day or night. Suddenly, she felt a painful pulsation in her temple, making her jolt and curl into a ball.
After a few minutes she relaxed. That damned man had made the first few minutes of her life in here miserable. Had made her have one of her tantrums. After she calmed down, a chaser came in and ordered her to take off her clothes. Before she had any time to respond he graved her tightly. Lucille was usually a quiet girl but she WOULD not allow any man to touch nor control her like that. After she was handed in the poor garments she was supposed to wear her whole stay.
She knew she wasnt crazy. But knew something was wrong at the same time.
Caught in a moment of complete uselessness, she started singing a song her sister used to sing to her, when nothing seemed right. Suprisingly, it would make it all better. Her voice sang the notes.
Or should I say hell, she thought dryly.
2 hours? 3 hours? A full day? She did not know.The ward was a dark, dusty place, with pests like rodents running about. There where no windows anywhere near her, so she didnt know weather it was day or night. Suddenly, she felt a painful pulsation in her temple, making her jolt and curl into a ball.
After a few minutes she relaxed. That damned man had made the first few minutes of her life in here miserable. Had made her have one of her tantrums. After she calmed down, a chaser came in and ordered her to take off her clothes. Before she had any time to respond he graved her tightly. Lucille was usually a quiet girl but she WOULD not allow any man to touch nor control her like that. After she was handed in the poor garments she was supposed to wear her whole stay.
She knew she wasnt crazy. But knew something was wrong at the same time.
Caught in a moment of complete uselessness, she started singing a song her sister used to sing to her, when nothing seemed right. Suprisingly, it would make it all better. Her voice sang the notes.
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