Sanity is in the eyes of the beholder
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,859
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Sanity is in the eyes of the beholder
*Authors note- this is just to give you an idea of the story, and i wanted to post what i have so far. tell me what you think or the story will be discontinued!*
A young girl sat in the corner of a bright white observation room with her knees tucked under her arms, rocking back and forth, whispering to herself. \"Make them stop, make them stop, please make them stop...\" Suddenly she stopped, and looked over her shoulder, apparently to the wall. \"No! I don\'t want to! You can\'t make me! I won\'t!\" A crackling was heard over the intercom. \"Genie, what can\'t they make you do? What are they saying?\" The little girl looked around the room in shock. \"They knew what you were doing, I told you to stop asking me to do that!\" The crackling stopped for a second then started up again. \"Please tell us Genie, we won\'t be mad at what they want you to do, we\'re just curious.\" A kind voice said. The moment the crackling stopped, Genie tucked her head between her arms and began to rock even more violently, no longer speaking.
On the other side of the room, behind glass, three doctors in sterile white labcoats conversed. The first, a middle aged woman named Erika Strawbridge, stared at charts on a clipboard silently. She had taken a special interest in Genie\'s case because she was so young, and reminded her of her own daugher, now deceased from a childhood illness. An older man, Dr. Bakker, stopped Dr. Strawbridge\'s chain of thought. \"Well, Dr. Strawbidge, do you think she should stick withepenependent counceling of should we move her into a group?\" The grandfatherly old man said. \"Group once a week for starters, and one-on-one threees aes a week.\" Erika replied. The third doctor named Haunah Mirkins, a young woman in her mid-twenties, nodded in agreement. All three watched as the frail form of Genie O\'Malley was carried out of the observation room by an assistant. She seemed like a perfectly rational 10 year old when she walked through the door into the hallway holding the assistant\'s hand. They knew looks could be decieving in this hell-hole of a \'troubled minds health facility\', otherwise known as mental hospital for people able to afford to hide away their realtives and siblings long enough to find out what was wrong with them and what medicine they needed.
A young girl sat in the corner of a bright white observation room with her knees tucked under her arms, rocking back and forth, whispering to herself. \"Make them stop, make them stop, please make them stop...\" Suddenly she stopped, and looked over her shoulder, apparently to the wall. \"No! I don\'t want to! You can\'t make me! I won\'t!\" A crackling was heard over the intercom. \"Genie, what can\'t they make you do? What are they saying?\" The little girl looked around the room in shock. \"They knew what you were doing, I told you to stop asking me to do that!\" The crackling stopped for a second then started up again. \"Please tell us Genie, we won\'t be mad at what they want you to do, we\'re just curious.\" A kind voice said. The moment the crackling stopped, Genie tucked her head between her arms and began to rock even more violently, no longer speaking.
On the other side of the room, behind glass, three doctors in sterile white labcoats conversed. The first, a middle aged woman named Erika Strawbridge, stared at charts on a clipboard silently. She had taken a special interest in Genie\'s case because she was so young, and reminded her of her own daugher, now deceased from a childhood illness. An older man, Dr. Bakker, stopped Dr. Strawbridge\'s chain of thought. \"Well, Dr. Strawbidge, do you think she should stick withepenependent counceling of should we move her into a group?\" The grandfatherly old man said. \"Group once a week for starters, and one-on-one threees aes a week.\" Erika replied. The third doctor named Haunah Mirkins, a young woman in her mid-twenties, nodded in agreement. All three watched as the frail form of Genie O\'Malley was carried out of the observation room by an assistant. She seemed like a perfectly rational 10 year old when she walked through the door into the hallway holding the assistant\'s hand. They knew looks could be decieving in this hell-hole of a \'troubled minds health facility\', otherwise known as mental hospital for people able to afford to hide away their realtives and siblings long enough to find out what was wrong with them and what medicine they needed.