End Patient Clinic: Chapter One
Chapter One: The Introduction From Hell
I was happy, once, a long time ago. One day ago to be exact. God, what an eternity ago. Yesterday, my Dad was still alive and it was the night of my life. I was partying with my friends, the illegal way. I was surrounded by my closest mates, drugs, very loose clothing, and liquor being chugged every couple of seconds. Just like what it was back in the 00's, except the doors were locked by air pressure locks and the clothes were just a bit thinner. My father told me before I walked out the door tonight to "Be careful and don't try to charm too many people tonight." He gave me that signature chuckle and patted me on the back. So far, it wasn't exactly working. Men grinned and tried the hide the excitement in their pants as I walked on by. I even made a few of the sharply dressed ladies give me a second take. Requests for some privacy in the back room for the entire night were thrown at me and I openly refused. All those shots random people gave me when wasted on the ones who needed them more than I did. I was the motherly figure at the party, my only job was to keep it under control until the bartender calls it quits. Colorful lasers and special effects made a thick mist, losing most of the crowd in a sea of ecstasy and the delicious beats coming from the DJ's booth. Music twisted and turned my hips from side to side, making me curl a smile on my glossed lips. It seemed like everything was perfect.
"Hey galaxy girl." A voice called from behind my shoulder. I turned around slowly to find my best friend Rob who cracked a toothy grin. His bleach blond hair could be spotted within a couple of miles. He wore a light blue shirt and a black light up tie on top of it. His jeans were quite damaged and had a few large bleach stains covering the blues. But, this was the new trend of the 2050s. He and I have been friends since 2045, when we're were in the same Computer Science class together. He was a senior and I was a junior. We joked about how the teacher looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger in those old science fiction movies and nicknamed him "The Man of Governmental Metal". Ever since that day, we've been pretty tight and in the know of all the things that happen to us.
"Hey space man! How's it going?" I poked back with a laugh. I embraced the average sized man.
"Nothing much, Sierra. This is quite the party!" He grabbed a martini glass out of the waitress's tray and threw her a five dollar bill. She shrugged and headed back towards the glowing neon bar.
"I know. We got people from all over the country in here! This is the best turn-out we ever had in a while!"
That's when... my video phone rang. It was never a good sign when an unexpected call came in at two in the morning. All of my contacts were at the party except the neighbors and my father. I never expected a call from my "Mummy Dearest", she ditched me when I was four and ran off with some creep she met on the street. Mum's now working at a dead-end job called "Prostitution" and her education amounts to nothing. Dad took care of me while working with the state. He's a wealthy man who cares about me more than my mother ever will. Quickly, I grabbed the lime green device out of my pocket and flipped it open. A airy blue hologram soon popped up from the machinery in the form of my neighbor, Joe. He used to work with my father until he retired two years ago. Judging by his body language, the news Joe was about to lay down wasn't going to be pretty.
"Hey Joe." I spoke while turning the background music option down.
"Sierra! Thank god, where the hell are ya?! Get down here right now!" He started screaming with tears in his eyes. My gut dropped, I was right.
"It doesn't matter where I am right now, what's going on?!" I responded to him. He took a couple of deep breathes and let out the bad news.
"Sierra... it's your father... he's standing at the top of the apartment and he's threatening suicide to the entire city of Chicago! He keeps saying that his life isn't worth living and the pressure of work is dragging him directly to hell... or something like that... PLEASE! Get down here now!" He screamed. "I tried absolutely everything and you're his last chance!" The phone clicked off, letting the hologram disappear into the fog of the club. Everything started to swallow me up into the stomach of darkness, refusing to spit me out. Rob's face was pure white and filled with fear.
"Sierra! We gotta go!" Rob grabbed my shoulder and tried to wake me from this nightmare.
Everything turned into a blur from that point on. I threw the expensive device against the ground, letting it shatter across the dance floor and sizzle before the batteries died. Rob followed me as I started to head out the door. I shoved a huge combination of drunk, high and slightly insane people out of my way, making sure there was a passage I could squeeze my body out of. A few grunts of disgust and anger ringed in my ears along with the fading music. My legs gravitated towards the exit where I begged the body guards to let me out. They gave me a weird look and nodded before they programmed the air pressured door to swing open. Seconds of impatiently waiting passed by when a hole opened up for me to escape. I slammed myself through it and quickly tried to find my navy blue car in the filled parking lot. Rob crawled out of the hole and caught up with me.
"Let's take my car! It's closer!" He soon passed me by and sprinted towards the front of the club where a purple hybrid stood. The doors flew open with a click of a button on Rob's keychain. Tears were flying pasting my cheeks and onto the pavement below me. Why would my father think of killing himself? Was it my fault he was in this condition? I mean, he never complained about his job except one day where my father crashed on the couch in tears, but that was only during the beginning of his job. What could drive the state to drive my father nuts? Rob's voice erased the worrying thoughts swimming in the pool of thoughts.
"Sierra... don't worry. You can get your father out of this. I know you can. You're the nicest girl in Chicago and your father loves every pore and cell inside your body. He wouldn't kill himself." The blazing purple hybrid sped past the cops and quite a few old ladies crossing the street. Behind us, a series of red and blue lights began to glow in groups. The cops were on our ass... great. That was the last thing we needed on a horrible night such as this.
We soon arrived at the center of the city, where a large crowd grasping cellphone cameras and their hearts looked up towards the light brown haired adult. It was my father, just like Joe said. He was gripping his black tie and sobbing out his secrets to the world. The cops turned to us with pissed off expressions on their sweat covered mugs. All of the blue suited men stood in front of the glowing "Police Only" line.
"You can't go through here." They snapped.
"Yes.. we can." Rob growled back. "That guy," He pointed to my father a few stories up. All the men turned to look up. "Yeah, up there? That is his daughter." Rob pointed to me.
"Okay. Just don't speed when it isn't an emergency. Go ahead." The men stepped aside and let us through the line. My dad was still crying out into the darkness of the night.
"I'm so sick of this shit! I've seen people lose their lives and I haven't done anything about it! The state doesn't give a fuck if it's a young girl or a old man! They just--"
"Dad! DAD!" I screamed as my heart nearly bounced out of my chest. "Don't do it!"
"Sierra... Sierra?! Is that--? Honey!" He called down to me. A relieved grin grew on his wet face. It was a sight I wanted to see, but it would be better if he was on the ground alive.
"Dad! You can always report the state for what they did! Don't let the job take advantage of you! I love you daddy! Don't do this to yourself!" I commanded. Behind me, flashes started to go off. It was a sickening pleasure for the news to absorb. "Man Attempts Suicide on Famous Monument". The headline sent a series of chemicals swishing inside my stomach. I turned and looked at the photographer dead in the eyes.
"Fuck off." I snapped with a death glare. They slowly stepped back into the crowd of watchers. I looked back up at my father.
"Honey, I can't... Just saying all this stuff is going to kill me anyways. Sierra..." He said in a serious voice.
"Dad! I won't let you die! You're the only family I have! I would kick ass if you wanted me to!" I yelled back. Rob held onto my shoulders and decided to say something to my Dad.
"Listen... this is Sierra's friend, Rob. You don't want to do this to yourself. You're only going to send pain in Sierra, me and all the people who came out here tonight. These are all people who care about you. You could always quit your job and get something new. I mean, there's a job at the bar downtown. I'll even bump you up to Manager. Free vacations whenever you please, you could take your daughter out to some place nice!"
"I can't take it Rob... They'll track me.. Sierra, take care of yourself. I love you more than life itself. Rob, take care of her for me. I'm going to be flying with the good people now." He cried out. Then, he ran backwards before letting himself fly off the side of the building. My heart plummeted like his body did. I turned to Rob and closed my eyes to hide the images. I heard a loud crack and the crowds screaming in horror. Gravity shoved me to the ground as my cry echoed the city.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! NOOOO!"
That was it. The end of my happiness, hope and my father's life. That was the last day I saw him and Rob. Moments after that spine shivering noise, the police dragged me into their car and drove me away from the scene. Rob went in a different direction into a different police car. I remember the terrified expression he had on his face before crying my name out.
I was dragged into the white interview room. To my side was the typical tinted window where people would observe my every move. My brain refused to let me utter another word. I felt like I was going to throw up all my organs on the plastic table. The worst has happened to me that night. Instead of the expected good sympathetic cop asking me questions on why my father would have ended his life, a sharp dressed slick man and a skinny blonde walked into the room. They placed down photos of my father and I. Inside the files they carried was my birth certificate and social security number.
"Why hello there, Sierra." The man chattered brightly. I remained silent and clutched my body with my arms. My eyes looked towards the cup of coffee poured in a metal cup in front of me.
"Look at you just sitting there, all innocent. It's... cute." The mysterious woman added on with a sparkle in her emerald eyes. I couldn't deal with this interviewing shit already. They were going to tell me something.
"Don't be shy. At least say hello to your new parents." The man beckoned. I finally threw myself out of the chair and towards them.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?! MY FATHER JUST DIED AND YOU'RE RUBBING THAT IN MY FACE? WOULD YOU QUIT IT?!" I screamed at the interviewers. Their response wasn't fear or worried, it was.. happy. They were satisfied I finally let myself at them.
"I'd take that as a friendly 'Hello'. Oh! We were so rude not to introduce ourselves. My name is Miss Anderson. The man next to me is Doctor J.F. Lowrie. He's a very friendly man and he's willing to let me take care of you for the next few months."
"What?" I muttered as I let myself sit back in the metal chair. My lips grasped the cup of coffee then, it was burnt from the hot dark flavors of the liquid. I quickly propped the cup back on the table. Miss Anderson giggled.
"Aren't you cute? I never seen such a young face go into our care. I could just kiss her whole face, Doctor Lowrie! How about that, Sierra?" The woman chuckled seductively. For the second time that night, my spine shivered at the sounds flowing in my eardrums.
"What are the odds of me kissing you? Slim, none, or I-break-both-your-arms?" I snapped bitterly. Her expression didn't change.
"Honey, you need to relax."
"You are not taking care of me. Both of you could leave and find someone else to tease. I can take care of myself."
By the sounds of it, I wasn't going to be living home anymore. Their hints were so strong, I wanted to taste the truth of why they were here. Then, the curtain flew down and revealed the only door I could open. I was going to be--
"The cops told me you need some time in a mental facility." She continued while playing with one of her short curls.
--placed in a hell hole. This day couldn't get any worse. It just couldn't. I was now the "daughter" of the head manager of a mental facility and a lesbian nurse who would call me "Honey" instead of "Sierra".
"Don't worry though, these are going to be the best years of your life. We promise to make everyday a little special for you." If these were going to be the best years of me life, just shoot me in the face now.
"In about a few hours, a car will arrive at your house to pick you up." Doctor Lowrie spoke to me in a more serious tone of voice. "You must follow the directions and not act up. They'll take you to us and we'll keep you in rehab until you are ready to leave. We have many options at the mental facility to keep you satisfied and calmed down. Don't think that we're trying to make your life a living hell, because we're not. We were just saddened by your loss and we know your mother wouldn't want to pick you up. Right?" Silence. He was right about that. "We know keeping you alone will lead you to your own personal suicide and poor Rob would be by himself."
"WHERE'S ROB?" I demanded while slamming the table. The cup of coffee bounced off the surface but landed back safely with a loud thud.
"Woah... woah..." Miss Anderson responded. She gave a horrible little laugh that she hoped sounded suave and worldly. It didn't work with me. "Now, honey, Rob's fine. He's going to be issued a few appointments with a therapist, but he will be at home waiting for you. Do you understand me?" Her final words sounded like velvet. What a creepy voice for a person who works at a mental institution. I nodded yes. They nodded their heads back to me and left me to finish my coffee in the dimly lit room. After the doors were slammed and silence took place, I rested my head on my arms and sobbed. The life I once had was brushed away in to the wind. No Dad, no parties, no Rob by my side. I'm alone, with the two people I would probably see in hell.
Just like they said, the car came to my house after the cops dropped me off. Two men in gas masks told me to lock my house door and put the key under the door mat. I was forced to leave everyone, everything and every memory behind in the town of Chicago. They said I had to put on an white outfit, consisting of a tank top and tight pants.
"Wow, you're the first person we've had who actually followed the rules." One of the men said to me as I slid on the thin pants.
"Am I the first person to tell you that you guys suck?" I answered.
"Haha... Nope. You're the fourth." He responded with a chuckle.
"Aw man. I thought I would be making a combo there."
"Nice try. Alright then, get inside the car." I looked back at the house and winked at it. I was going to be out soon, whether they liked it or not. Home wasn't going to be that far away from me. Rob and I could party again and we could finish up college. ...If there's still one in store for me.
We reached a white building boxed away with electrical fences and mines. Just as the car parked in the empty parking lot, the sun began to rise.
Good Morning, where ever we are.
So, this is the rough draft of Chapter One.
I introduced to you to our sarcastic yet sweet main character, Sierra.
I also let you take a peek at our antagonists, Miss Anderson & Doctor Lowrie.
Throughout the story, Doctor Lowrie is going to be a hidden antagonist
while Miss Anderson does the "dirty work" under the title of "Miss Murder".
The thing that makes this so cool is that when a character finds out about her acts,
and tries to revolt, Miss Anderson pulls of a crazed smile and says
"Aww.. aren't you cute? Looks like you forgot to take your pills."
or "Oh dear, another nightmare... this poor child."
Sadly, Rob will not be seen or heard until the end of this story.
I thought he was a really nice character but if I pulled him in another scene,
it would make the story seem more awkward.
In the next chapter, which probably won't be out until Late October/ Early November,
I'm introducing TONS of new characters.
Including the curious computer P.E.C.O.S., the homicidal Dave, the insane priest Harold,
the serious yet helpful Roxanne & the shy and silent Marie.
I also introduce the problems of the mental facility
& the hidden killers "The Infamous Three".
I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. :]
With Love,
[Ai] Amanda
I was happy, once, a long time ago. One day ago to be exact. God, what an eternity ago. Yesterday, my Dad was still alive and it was the night of my life. I was partying with my friends, the illegal way. I was surrounded by my closest mates, drugs, very loose clothing, and liquor being chugged every couple of seconds. Just like what it was back in the 00's, except the doors were locked by air pressure locks and the clothes were just a bit thinner. My father told me before I walked out the door tonight to "Be careful and don't try to charm too many people tonight." He gave me that signature chuckle and patted me on the back. So far, it wasn't exactly working. Men grinned and tried the hide the excitement in their pants as I walked on by. I even made a few of the sharply dressed ladies give me a second take. Requests for some privacy in the back room for the entire night were thrown at me and I openly refused. All those shots random people gave me when wasted on the ones who needed them more than I did. I was the motherly figure at the party, my only job was to keep it under control until the bartender calls it quits. Colorful lasers and special effects made a thick mist, losing most of the crowd in a sea of ecstasy and the delicious beats coming from the DJ's booth. Music twisted and turned my hips from side to side, making me curl a smile on my glossed lips. It seemed like everything was perfect.
"Hey galaxy girl." A voice called from behind my shoulder. I turned around slowly to find my best friend Rob who cracked a toothy grin. His bleach blond hair could be spotted within a couple of miles. He wore a light blue shirt and a black light up tie on top of it. His jeans were quite damaged and had a few large bleach stains covering the blues. But, this was the new trend of the 2050s. He and I have been friends since 2045, when we're were in the same Computer Science class together. He was a senior and I was a junior. We joked about how the teacher looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger in those old science fiction movies and nicknamed him "The Man of Governmental Metal". Ever since that day, we've been pretty tight and in the know of all the things that happen to us.
"Hey space man! How's it going?" I poked back with a laugh. I embraced the average sized man.
"Nothing much, Sierra. This is quite the party!" He grabbed a martini glass out of the waitress's tray and threw her a five dollar bill. She shrugged and headed back towards the glowing neon bar.
"I know. We got people from all over the country in here! This is the best turn-out we ever had in a while!"
That's when... my video phone rang. It was never a good sign when an unexpected call came in at two in the morning. All of my contacts were at the party except the neighbors and my father. I never expected a call from my "Mummy Dearest", she ditched me when I was four and ran off with some creep she met on the street. Mum's now working at a dead-end job called "Prostitution" and her education amounts to nothing. Dad took care of me while working with the state. He's a wealthy man who cares about me more than my mother ever will. Quickly, I grabbed the lime green device out of my pocket and flipped it open. A airy blue hologram soon popped up from the machinery in the form of my neighbor, Joe. He used to work with my father until he retired two years ago. Judging by his body language, the news Joe was about to lay down wasn't going to be pretty.
"Hey Joe." I spoke while turning the background music option down.
"Sierra! Thank god, where the hell are ya?! Get down here right now!" He started screaming with tears in his eyes. My gut dropped, I was right.
"It doesn't matter where I am right now, what's going on?!" I responded to him. He took a couple of deep breathes and let out the bad news.
"Sierra... it's your father... he's standing at the top of the apartment and he's threatening suicide to the entire city of Chicago! He keeps saying that his life isn't worth living and the pressure of work is dragging him directly to hell... or something like that... PLEASE! Get down here now!" He screamed. "I tried absolutely everything and you're his last chance!" The phone clicked off, letting the hologram disappear into the fog of the club. Everything started to swallow me up into the stomach of darkness, refusing to spit me out. Rob's face was pure white and filled with fear.
"Sierra! We gotta go!" Rob grabbed my shoulder and tried to wake me from this nightmare.
Everything turned into a blur from that point on. I threw the expensive device against the ground, letting it shatter across the dance floor and sizzle before the batteries died. Rob followed me as I started to head out the door. I shoved a huge combination of drunk, high and slightly insane people out of my way, making sure there was a passage I could squeeze my body out of. A few grunts of disgust and anger ringed in my ears along with the fading music. My legs gravitated towards the exit where I begged the body guards to let me out. They gave me a weird look and nodded before they programmed the air pressured door to swing open. Seconds of impatiently waiting passed by when a hole opened up for me to escape. I slammed myself through it and quickly tried to find my navy blue car in the filled parking lot. Rob crawled out of the hole and caught up with me.
"Let's take my car! It's closer!" He soon passed me by and sprinted towards the front of the club where a purple hybrid stood. The doors flew open with a click of a button on Rob's keychain. Tears were flying pasting my cheeks and onto the pavement below me. Why would my father think of killing himself? Was it my fault he was in this condition? I mean, he never complained about his job except one day where my father crashed on the couch in tears, but that was only during the beginning of his job. What could drive the state to drive my father nuts? Rob's voice erased the worrying thoughts swimming in the pool of thoughts.
"Sierra... don't worry. You can get your father out of this. I know you can. You're the nicest girl in Chicago and your father loves every pore and cell inside your body. He wouldn't kill himself." The blazing purple hybrid sped past the cops and quite a few old ladies crossing the street. Behind us, a series of red and blue lights began to glow in groups. The cops were on our ass... great. That was the last thing we needed on a horrible night such as this.
We soon arrived at the center of the city, where a large crowd grasping cellphone cameras and their hearts looked up towards the light brown haired adult. It was my father, just like Joe said. He was gripping his black tie and sobbing out his secrets to the world. The cops turned to us with pissed off expressions on their sweat covered mugs. All of the blue suited men stood in front of the glowing "Police Only" line.
"You can't go through here." They snapped.
"Yes.. we can." Rob growled back. "That guy," He pointed to my father a few stories up. All the men turned to look up. "Yeah, up there? That is his daughter." Rob pointed to me.
"Okay. Just don't speed when it isn't an emergency. Go ahead." The men stepped aside and let us through the line. My dad was still crying out into the darkness of the night.
"I'm so sick of this shit! I've seen people lose their lives and I haven't done anything about it! The state doesn't give a fuck if it's a young girl or a old man! They just--"
"Dad! DAD!" I screamed as my heart nearly bounced out of my chest. "Don't do it!"
"Sierra... Sierra?! Is that--? Honey!" He called down to me. A relieved grin grew on his wet face. It was a sight I wanted to see, but it would be better if he was on the ground alive.
"Dad! You can always report the state for what they did! Don't let the job take advantage of you! I love you daddy! Don't do this to yourself!" I commanded. Behind me, flashes started to go off. It was a sickening pleasure for the news to absorb. "Man Attempts Suicide on Famous Monument". The headline sent a series of chemicals swishing inside my stomach. I turned and looked at the photographer dead in the eyes.
"Fuck off." I snapped with a death glare. They slowly stepped back into the crowd of watchers. I looked back up at my father.
"Honey, I can't... Just saying all this stuff is going to kill me anyways. Sierra..." He said in a serious voice.
"Dad! I won't let you die! You're the only family I have! I would kick ass if you wanted me to!" I yelled back. Rob held onto my shoulders and decided to say something to my Dad.
"Listen... this is Sierra's friend, Rob. You don't want to do this to yourself. You're only going to send pain in Sierra, me and all the people who came out here tonight. These are all people who care about you. You could always quit your job and get something new. I mean, there's a job at the bar downtown. I'll even bump you up to Manager. Free vacations whenever you please, you could take your daughter out to some place nice!"
"I can't take it Rob... They'll track me.. Sierra, take care of yourself. I love you more than life itself. Rob, take care of her for me. I'm going to be flying with the good people now." He cried out. Then, he ran backwards before letting himself fly off the side of the building. My heart plummeted like his body did. I turned to Rob and closed my eyes to hide the images. I heard a loud crack and the crowds screaming in horror. Gravity shoved me to the ground as my cry echoed the city.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! NOOOO!"
That was it. The end of my happiness, hope and my father's life. That was the last day I saw him and Rob. Moments after that spine shivering noise, the police dragged me into their car and drove me away from the scene. Rob went in a different direction into a different police car. I remember the terrified expression he had on his face before crying my name out.
I was dragged into the white interview room. To my side was the typical tinted window where people would observe my every move. My brain refused to let me utter another word. I felt like I was going to throw up all my organs on the plastic table. The worst has happened to me that night. Instead of the expected good sympathetic cop asking me questions on why my father would have ended his life, a sharp dressed slick man and a skinny blonde walked into the room. They placed down photos of my father and I. Inside the files they carried was my birth certificate and social security number.
"Why hello there, Sierra." The man chattered brightly. I remained silent and clutched my body with my arms. My eyes looked towards the cup of coffee poured in a metal cup in front of me.
"Look at you just sitting there, all innocent. It's... cute." The mysterious woman added on with a sparkle in her emerald eyes. I couldn't deal with this interviewing shit already. They were going to tell me something.
"Don't be shy. At least say hello to your new parents." The man beckoned. I finally threw myself out of the chair and towards them.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?! MY FATHER JUST DIED AND YOU'RE RUBBING THAT IN MY FACE? WOULD YOU QUIT IT?!" I screamed at the interviewers. Their response wasn't fear or worried, it was.. happy. They were satisfied I finally let myself at them.
"I'd take that as a friendly 'Hello'. Oh! We were so rude not to introduce ourselves. My name is Miss Anderson. The man next to me is Doctor J.F. Lowrie. He's a very friendly man and he's willing to let me take care of you for the next few months."
"What?" I muttered as I let myself sit back in the metal chair. My lips grasped the cup of coffee then, it was burnt from the hot dark flavors of the liquid. I quickly propped the cup back on the table. Miss Anderson giggled.
"Aren't you cute? I never seen such a young face go into our care. I could just kiss her whole face, Doctor Lowrie! How about that, Sierra?" The woman chuckled seductively. For the second time that night, my spine shivered at the sounds flowing in my eardrums.
"What are the odds of me kissing you? Slim, none, or I-break-both-your-arms?" I snapped bitterly. Her expression didn't change.
"Honey, you need to relax."
"You are not taking care of me. Both of you could leave and find someone else to tease. I can take care of myself."
By the sounds of it, I wasn't going to be living home anymore. Their hints were so strong, I wanted to taste the truth of why they were here. Then, the curtain flew down and revealed the only door I could open. I was going to be--
"The cops told me you need some time in a mental facility." She continued while playing with one of her short curls.
--placed in a hell hole. This day couldn't get any worse. It just couldn't. I was now the "daughter" of the head manager of a mental facility and a lesbian nurse who would call me "Honey" instead of "Sierra".
"Don't worry though, these are going to be the best years of your life. We promise to make everyday a little special for you." If these were going to be the best years of me life, just shoot me in the face now.
"In about a few hours, a car will arrive at your house to pick you up." Doctor Lowrie spoke to me in a more serious tone of voice. "You must follow the directions and not act up. They'll take you to us and we'll keep you in rehab until you are ready to leave. We have many options at the mental facility to keep you satisfied and calmed down. Don't think that we're trying to make your life a living hell, because we're not. We were just saddened by your loss and we know your mother wouldn't want to pick you up. Right?" Silence. He was right about that. "We know keeping you alone will lead you to your own personal suicide and poor Rob would be by himself."
"WHERE'S ROB?" I demanded while slamming the table. The cup of coffee bounced off the surface but landed back safely with a loud thud.
"Woah... woah..." Miss Anderson responded. She gave a horrible little laugh that she hoped sounded suave and worldly. It didn't work with me. "Now, honey, Rob's fine. He's going to be issued a few appointments with a therapist, but he will be at home waiting for you. Do you understand me?" Her final words sounded like velvet. What a creepy voice for a person who works at a mental institution. I nodded yes. They nodded their heads back to me and left me to finish my coffee in the dimly lit room. After the doors were slammed and silence took place, I rested my head on my arms and sobbed. The life I once had was brushed away in to the wind. No Dad, no parties, no Rob by my side. I'm alone, with the two people I would probably see in hell.
Just like they said, the car came to my house after the cops dropped me off. Two men in gas masks told me to lock my house door and put the key under the door mat. I was forced to leave everyone, everything and every memory behind in the town of Chicago. They said I had to put on an white outfit, consisting of a tank top and tight pants.
"Wow, you're the first person we've had who actually followed the rules." One of the men said to me as I slid on the thin pants.
"Am I the first person to tell you that you guys suck?" I answered.
"Haha... Nope. You're the fourth." He responded with a chuckle.
"Aw man. I thought I would be making a combo there."
"Nice try. Alright then, get inside the car." I looked back at the house and winked at it. I was going to be out soon, whether they liked it or not. Home wasn't going to be that far away from me. Rob and I could party again and we could finish up college. ...If there's still one in store for me.
We reached a white building boxed away with electrical fences and mines. Just as the car parked in the empty parking lot, the sun began to rise.
Good Morning, where ever we are.
So, this is the rough draft of Chapter One.
I introduced to you to our sarcastic yet sweet main character, Sierra.
I also let you take a peek at our antagonists, Miss Anderson & Doctor Lowrie.
Throughout the story, Doctor Lowrie is going to be a hidden antagonist
while Miss Anderson does the "dirty work" under the title of "Miss Murder".
The thing that makes this so cool is that when a character finds out about her acts,
and tries to revolt, Miss Anderson pulls of a crazed smile and says
"Aww.. aren't you cute? Looks like you forgot to take your pills."
or "Oh dear, another nightmare... this poor child."
Sadly, Rob will not be seen or heard until the end of this story.
I thought he was a really nice character but if I pulled him in another scene,
it would make the story seem more awkward.
In the next chapter, which probably won't be out until Late October/ Early November,
I'm introducing TONS of new characters.
Including the curious computer P.E.C.O.S., the homicidal Dave, the insane priest Harold,
the serious yet helpful Roxanne & the shy and silent Marie.
I also introduce the problems of the mental facility
& the hidden killers "The Infamous Three".
I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. :]
With Love,
[Ai] Amanda