My Tortured Soul

Chapter 8 - Quiet Room

I screamed the whole way back to my room. The nurse ended up giving me Thorazine to knock me out. I woke up in the quiet room. A room that is very rarely quiet.

I wake up to a hand softly caressing my cheek. I think maybe it's Mike.

I open my eyes but it's not Mike.

It's him.

The doctor.

He gives me a sickly, soppy, smile.

He licks his lips in a vulgar, creepy, manner.

"How are you doing today my lovely? Miss me?"

I spit in his face.

He's sitting so he's blocking the extremely low grade, out of date, camera.

He takes my n****e in his hand and pinches really hard and pulls. It feels like he's trying to yank it off. "If you say anything you'll be here longer. Just shut up and be a good girl." he hisses.

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There is a knock on my door.

I ignore it. I don't want to talk to anyone.

How brazen that damn doctor was.

Doing that stuff in a room with a camera.

And nobody did a f*****g thing.

Not a f*****g thing.

They knock again.

I still ignore them.

"I know you're in here, Quilla. I just want to talk to you." It's Mike.

He walks in.

I can hear him pulling a chair over from across the room.

I can feel him sit down next to me.

"Want to tell me what that was about?"

I don't say anything.

"Why were you so upset?"

Nothing.

"Please talk to me, maybe I can help."

I turn further away from him.

"OK I'll let you be, but I'm not giving up on you. I'll be back later."