The Creature

" Stupid Car! " I screamed, knowing full well this was only to be expected from my mother's beaten up old jeep. My mother had owned it for the last 20 years and no matter how much I had begged and pleaded. She had always refused to sell it. Which wouldn't have been so bad, if it had actually worked anywhere past the first 5 years. She bought it before the year I was born and by now the paint had almost completely chipped off. " I can't be late today" I keep saying to myself knowing full well that with this hunk of crap, I won't be getting anywhere. I got out of the car and took my phone from my pocket, which of course, got stuck in my skinny jeans because the pockets were always a little too tightly packed. But after some wiggling, I had managed to pull the phone out. " Dennis...Dennis" I said to myself as I scrolled through the cracked screen, feeling horrible for even feeling the way I do about him. I'm his girlfriend. Why should I be scared to call him? We haven't talked in a few days because of the fight, but he loves me. I know he does. He is going to help me. I finally find his name and I tap the screen, hoping deep inside that he won't still be so angry. " Hello.." he answered. " Thank God you picked up. So listen..I'm in a bit of a bind here..I need to get to the interview today and I can't be late" I explained, hearing nothing but silence on the other end of the line. " That was today? Hm. Why are you calling me? " he said with a cold tone. He was still mad. I could tell. But I needed him to help me. " Well..I was hoping you could give me a ride..the car is giving me trouble and - " he hung up. " f**k" I screamed. Of course he wouldn't give me a ride. I practically almost broke up with him a few days ago. I'm gonna have to find another way to the damn interview. And that is when I remembered, I have a bike! It's old and rusty but it should get the job done for the most part. Mom was still asleep, it's freaking 8am and the interview is at 9am. I have to get there. I rush over to the garage, the door permanently raised up because it had been broken for the last few years. Apparently the wires were chewed through by a squirrel or something. Either way, I got my bike and I started peddling. I peddled like I never have before. I was booking it across town. The Institute was about 2 miles outside of town but I should be able to make it with some spare time. Even if I am a little out of shape. And though it took me a while, I managed to get to the institute just in time. The institute, is a mental institution. It has been in the town pretty much since it was first founded. It was old, it was creepy, but it paid well. They offered almost double what any other job in town would but most people didn't want to work there. Supposedly it was because of the patients and some of it was because the staff had not prepared the fellow job takers of what the job truly entailed. At least, that is the rumor around town. But did that stop Ol' Allison Lemont? Of course it didn't. I'm trying to go to college and I have no intention of taking out loans, and I am not gonna be grants or scholarships, not with my school at least. So I need to make sure I'm as prepared as possible and this job could be a make it or break it for me. I put my bike down at the bike racks and head inside. I did not dress properly for the interview but that is also because I overslept. Depression and insomnia can really suck sometimes. I had my green flannel on, along with my dark blue Skinny Jeans. It was practically my favorite outfit. I think I look pretty great in it but Dennis seems to think it makes me look fat. Sometimes I can't really tell if he is joking or if that is really what he thinks. Ugh. I walk inside, and the first thing I'm greeted with is a giant, white counter with an elderly lady sitting behind it. She seemed sweet from what I could tell so I figured I should introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Allison Lemont, I'm here for the interview" I said but the elderly woman didn't even seem to notice or hear me. She just continued reading which I won't lie, Kind of bothered me a little. She eventually pointed me to a white plastic chair alligned against the wall ,to sit down in which I assumed just meant I was suppose to wait for someone to get me. And after about thirty or so minutes, someone did come to get me. " Hi, Ms. Lemont? " A rather tall, strange lady wearing a black suit came from around the corner. " Yes, thats me! " I answered, just happy to have some interaction after waiting in silence for so long. " Follow me " She motioned which I decided to go along with. We walked down a long stretched hallway, doors on either side of us. Around a few dozen that all seemed to be made from a thick metal with a glass window on each. I didn't want to look through the windows though, had no idea what to expect with whats on the other side. We eventually reach, what I could only assume was the ladies office, she opened the brown wooden door and let me inside, and closed the door behind herself before walking around a giant cherry wood desk and taking a seat in the Dark Maple colored seat behind the desk. There was a name Plate resting on the desk that read " Ms. Phillips" and I recognized that name as being associated with the woman who scheduled the interview. This would be my boss and I needed to do whatever it took to impress her. " So Ms.Lemont. I see here that you have never had a job before. And you also have no prior experience with working at a mental institution. So I have to ask, what brings you to our facility? " Ms. Phillips asked, placing her hands on the desk and staring at me as I take a seat in front of her. " Well Um..I have no real experience with patients and such. But I do have a Kind heart, and I love helping people. Taking care of people and looking out for them is what I'm really good at doing " I answered, hating myself after saying it. I knew that would make her not want to hire me based off the sheer fact that I'm too kind and this job needs someone who can be stern and decisive. " Well..Whilst normally, we would look for someone more qualified..we need the extra help. I do have to ask though, have you read over the contract we sent over to your house? " I of course read the contract. It was pretty simplistic to understand, and was a great offer. Don't get romantically involved with the inmates. Do not bring them food other than the food offered by the facility and so many other things. " Yes of Course, I signed it and have it here" I leaned up and reached in my back pocket and pulled out the folding contract and handed it to my boss. I knew the contract not being in perfect condition was also not looking good for me but to be fair..I didn't expect to have to ride a bike to the damn place. Ms.Philips unfolded it and read over my signature before standing up and extending her hand out. " You are hired! Come with me, you start immediately. She led me down the long hallway to another hallway which turned off into several others. Eventually taking me down a darker hallway which she explained as being the problem patients. She gave me warnings about each and every single one of them, stopping at every single door and explaining what their food intake should be as well as checking over their medications to ensure they were receiving the proper dosages. I was then led to a silver door. When I say silver, I don't mean shiny. I mean this thing looked old, it looked unclean, it looked out of place. It had one small slot through it and once we were in front of it, she turned to me and explained. " Now this, this is the residence of Jamie. He is to have one meal a day, one cup of water a day. And he is to have next to no communication outside of staff. And even then, it should be limited. " I won't lie, this door was intimidating. None of the other doors looked anything close to this. Whoever this Jamie person was, he must be very troubled. " What...did he do? " I asked. Of course I was curious about it. He got far less food and drink the other patients and I wanted to know as much as I could because this seemed like a troubling situation to me. " Well..around 15 years ago, his parents house caught on fire. It was later determined that Jamie here, was the cause of the fire. There had alot of talks as to what to do with him because he was so young at the time. But after some psychological evaluations, he was placed here" " So he is a killer?" I asked. I hadn't meant to be so blunt but I couldn't help myself. I always stayed up to watch Killer documentaries and crime shows and so this kind of stuff really fascinated me. It always had. Despite other people finding me weird for it. " Yes. And it would be in your best interest to follow the guidelines.