Post by Lara Noelle Mason on Apr 1, 2013 1:52:08 GMT -5
Lara sat within the walls of the padded cell that she had grown to hate throughout the years of her living within St. Mungos. She sat in the corner, her arms wound tightly around her in the jacket as she awaited someone to come and get her. It had been an accident, the attack this morning. The voices in her head had told her that the Healer was going to hurt her, they told her to bit him so she did. Then she pinned him against the wall as best as she could with her frail body to keep him from hurting her. After, she had fallen to the ground in pain, the Healer having thrown her off and two others ran in.
They had held her down as they injected her with some sort of liquid, she had screamed for Healer Sommers or Healer Harrison as loud as she could until she began to feel drowsy. Her voice got quieter as her vision faded and when she woke up, she was in the cell and she couldn't move. Lara wasn't sure how long she had been in there nor how long she had left.
She hated the voices. She hated what they made her do. The medicine didn't seem to keep them away anymore and Lara was afraid she really was losing her mind. She was nearing twenty-five, a total of almost seventeen years in the hospital. All Lara wanted was to get out, to fall in love, to start a family, to feel the sun on her skin for the first time since she was seven. Was that so much to ask for?
The room opened and Lara looked up from the ground to see Healer Harrison. He was an awfully good Healer and she loved it when he made his rare occasions to see her. "Is the other man alright? I didn't mean to hurt him, honest. I...I thought he was going to hurt me, Healer Harrison. Can I come out now? Tell them I'm better. Tell them I promise to be good." She wiggled in the jacket as she tried to stand up.
They had held her down as they injected her with some sort of liquid, she had screamed for Healer Sommers or Healer Harrison as loud as she could until she began to feel drowsy. Her voice got quieter as her vision faded and when she woke up, she was in the cell and she couldn't move. Lara wasn't sure how long she had been in there nor how long she had left.
She hated the voices. She hated what they made her do. The medicine didn't seem to keep them away anymore and Lara was afraid she really was losing her mind. She was nearing twenty-five, a total of almost seventeen years in the hospital. All Lara wanted was to get out, to fall in love, to start a family, to feel the sun on her skin for the first time since she was seven. Was that so much to ask for?
The room opened and Lara looked up from the ground to see Healer Harrison. He was an awfully good Healer and she loved it when he made his rare occasions to see her. "Is the other man alright? I didn't mean to hurt him, honest. I...I thought he was going to hurt me, Healer Harrison. Can I come out now? Tell them I'm better. Tell them I promise to be good." She wiggled in the jacket as she tried to stand up.