Post by Lara Noelle Mason on Mar 10, 2013 4:59:43 GMT -5
Lara sat on her bed, her knees curled to her chest and a book in front of her. She was very nearly finished with it, only thirty or so pages left. The girl loved when the Healers down her allowed her to read, it let her escape to a safe haven. It allowed her to be thrust into a world where she didn't have to worry about being crazy. Especially when she was reading Alice in Wonderland, for everyone was mad there.
She smiled to herself as her eyes scanned the words. When she heard the hole to her door open, she looked up. No! Not when she wasn't finished! Only thirty more pages! Lara refused to move, sitting on the bed and quickly scanning the words, barely retaining what was on them.
"Healer Sommers is here to see you, I suggest you hand over the book as you've been told or we're going to have to do this the hard way...again."
"I'm very nearly finished," Lara said in her timid voice. She didn't understand how the people could be so cruel to her still in the presence of Healer Sommers. He was above them all and she knew he had distaste in the way they treated her down here.
"Hand the book over. We haven't got all day."
The blonde looked between the book and the door for a minute. Was thirty pages worth being tied down, sedated when she struggled and then thrown into one of the cold padded rooms for hours? Maybe it was, just so she could learn if Alice ever made it back home. She didn't answer them again as she continued to read.
"Then you leave me no choice. I apologize, Healer Sommers. She's been rather stubborn lately and we want to make sure you're completely safe when you step inside."
No. They were coming for her. They'll put you in the room. They'll poke and prod you until you ache. They'll hurt you. They're going to hurt you. The voices told her and Lara winced. She hated the voices, the voices scared her now. The voices always lead to her doing something bad that made the Healers give her punishment in some form. They treated her like an animal, she wished she was in the nicer mental ward. The one that wasn't a prison, the one that was nice and warm and pretty that she heard about.
The door began to open and Lara panicked, she tossed the book through the hole before she retreated back to her bed, hugging her legs.
"Good. Alright, it's safe to go in, Healer. You know the rules, call us when your examination is over."
Lara watched as the door opened and then closed. She was alone in the room with her Healer all over again. She had grown warm to him, he treated her with respect and he never once called her crazy. It made her smile when he treated her like a human being.
"Good morning," she greeted. "Is it a nice day out today? Are your other patients treating you well? Have you assigned yourself to me full time now? I like you much better than the others, Healer."
Don't trust him. He will hurt you. The Healer will hurt you, he's pretending to like you. He hates you, like everyone else. He hates you and he will hurt you. The voices hissed at her and Lara turned away from Healer Sommers. She wasn't about to have a fit in front of him, they had "forgotten" to give her her medication that morning.
It was no wonder the voices were acting up more than usual. They were finally being let free after weeks of being pushed away from the medicine.
She smiled to herself as her eyes scanned the words. When she heard the hole to her door open, she looked up. No! Not when she wasn't finished! Only thirty more pages! Lara refused to move, sitting on the bed and quickly scanning the words, barely retaining what was on them.
"Healer Sommers is here to see you, I suggest you hand over the book as you've been told or we're going to have to do this the hard way...again."
"I'm very nearly finished," Lara said in her timid voice. She didn't understand how the people could be so cruel to her still in the presence of Healer Sommers. He was above them all and she knew he had distaste in the way they treated her down here.
"Hand the book over. We haven't got all day."
The blonde looked between the book and the door for a minute. Was thirty pages worth being tied down, sedated when she struggled and then thrown into one of the cold padded rooms for hours? Maybe it was, just so she could learn if Alice ever made it back home. She didn't answer them again as she continued to read.
"Then you leave me no choice. I apologize, Healer Sommers. She's been rather stubborn lately and we want to make sure you're completely safe when you step inside."
No. They were coming for her. They'll put you in the room. They'll poke and prod you until you ache. They'll hurt you. They're going to hurt you. The voices told her and Lara winced. She hated the voices, the voices scared her now. The voices always lead to her doing something bad that made the Healers give her punishment in some form. They treated her like an animal, she wished she was in the nicer mental ward. The one that wasn't a prison, the one that was nice and warm and pretty that she heard about.
The door began to open and Lara panicked, she tossed the book through the hole before she retreated back to her bed, hugging her legs.
"Good. Alright, it's safe to go in, Healer. You know the rules, call us when your examination is over."
Lara watched as the door opened and then closed. She was alone in the room with her Healer all over again. She had grown warm to him, he treated her with respect and he never once called her crazy. It made her smile when he treated her like a human being.
"Good morning," she greeted. "Is it a nice day out today? Are your other patients treating you well? Have you assigned yourself to me full time now? I like you much better than the others, Healer."
Don't trust him. He will hurt you. The Healer will hurt you, he's pretending to like you. He hates you, like everyone else. He hates you and he will hurt you. The voices hissed at her and Lara turned away from Healer Sommers. She wasn't about to have a fit in front of him, they had "forgotten" to give her her medication that morning.
It was no wonder the voices were acting up more than usual. They were finally being let free after weeks of being pushed away from the medicine.