@kiillerxqueen (cont.):
There were things to consider. The first, and most important was that the girl was a patient in a mental hospital, and a dangerous one at that, considering which wing she had been assigned to. The second was the amount of violence that had been happening at Danvers in recent weeks. The final thing to consider, was the expression on Claire’s face, which Sofiya studied, carefully, before speaking. “I… am not your enemy, Claire.” She said, amusement in her eyes, even as her voice remained solemn. “You don’t have to stab anyone anywhere. It’s counter productive.” The orderly and the patient. They were never going to be on the same side, and Sofiya wouldn’t want to be, that wasn’t her job. But if she could get something through the girl’s skull - causing problems just makes things worse - then at least she might save herself a little bit of effort. “I’m trying to help you, we all are. Fighting back, or threatening staff isn’t going to make your stay here any more pleasant, is it? You have to understand that.”
Children and crazies say the darnedest things.
A deep down part of Claire wondered if there were anything she could say that wouldn’t be met with the same patronizing disbelief. Everything seemed washed with unreality in the afterglow of Crane’s ‘treatment,’ and the journey back to her cell room for a prescribed nap before dinner seemed stretched and strange. The young woman’s lips were pulled into an uncanny smile, an unseen pain tugging something behind her eyes even as her dreamy walk past the rows of round-windowed doors led her closer and closer to her own.
What was it like to see yourself go insane? Did it happen a little at once, like the aging groans of a house doomed to collapse, or in a single devastating stroke?
Her expression hardened as they stopped, her lack of personal ire against Sofiya not nearly enough to temper the familiar anger she felt in that moment.
"What I understand is that I’m here for LIFE. You can call it whatever you want, but I know all your help is just to keep me from getting out into the world.” Like a disease in a laboratory vial, they had to know that if she were released she would KILL. “―You can keep pretending this is rehab if you want, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna ignore the fact that I’m a prisoner.”
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