Asylum

"Heh.. " she returned to an expressionless face, unaware of what to do. She looked around and sat down on the bench of the table.

 

Dallas sat next to her, "How have you been lately?" He was starting to run out of things to speak about, so, he was going have to revert to other topics.

 

As it was, the strange giant raised a hand, revealing a bloody palm and fingers. Where did it come from? Only god knew... and Mason. He wasn't likely to talk of its origin. Then on the wall, he started to write in red. The letters came together, small streams of crimson dribbling downwards like little creeks. One week. Escape. Then in a blink, the man was gone. Yet, the writing remained, stained upon the grey wall...

After around an hour, Mason was in the little room upon a chair he could barely fit in. And it was then that the man came in. He was fairly old, with greying hair, but with the face of a middle-aged man. "Mason..." He said in his gruff voice. "How long has it been? You haven't talked in over ten years! It's enough to drive a man insane..." He sighed as he sat down. "You know, I'm going into retirement next month, Mason. I can't just keep doing this... Look. I love you, Mason. You're like the son I never had. And in a way, you're my best friend. For years we've tried to get through this...... But that just shows you how *******ed up my life is, doesn't it?" He looked at the behemoth with his grey-blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Mason. But this will likely be the last time I ever see you.... Please. Don't you have anything to say?" Dark green eyes flickered, but nothing filled the room except for silence. "Goodbye, Mason." And with that, he left......

 

"Go right ahead." Dakota spoke politely, and have a small smile. She shrugged at Dallas, not knowing how to answer his question. She was thinking he sounded kind of like a therapist.

 

Dakota gave a small nod of her head, "Dakota Winters." Were here simple words. She cocked her head to the side

 

(How did I not know this was starting? Ugh, I feel like such a slacker.)

"Miss, you've already had your two sodas for the day." The nurse who accompanied Adrianna knew that something like this would happen; it always did. But she knew that she had to be patient with the girl, or she would never be cured of her disease. She continued, "There are witnesses who saw you take two sodas, several minutes apart."

Adrianna, or actually Stacy stamped her foot, and replied in her typical indignant "Valley Girl" drawl, "I DID NOT! I literally just came out here TWO! MINUTES! AGO! UGH! I can't believe this! Everyone else gets sodas here except for me! Man, if my dad was here, he'd sue you so hard you wouldn't know your a-"

The nurse sighed, "Miss Moors, your father passed away three years ago. No one is going to get sued. You're here for your own good."

Stacy was taken aback. "You're a liar! A stupid, idiot liar! My dad's alive, and when he gets here, he's gonna drop the Hammer on all of you!" She pointed at the nurse, then waved her hand around, pointing all around her. "My dad is gonna have this prison torn down, and he's gonna put you and all these idiots on the street and you'll never work anywhere ever AGAIN! Hardcore UN-EM-PLOY-ABLE!"

The nurse, knowing that she would never get through to Adrianna in this state, simply shrugged and left her be. She called out behind her as she left, "I'll be back in an hour or two. Even Ebony is more tolerable than that brat..."

Stacy spat in the nurse's direction. "I hope you choke!" She then sighed and gave the soda machine a swift kick for good measure, stubbing her toe in the process. Then, she hobbled over to one of the empty tables and sat down. "I hate this place..."

(Can everyone read Stacy's text? If not, I can change it. Ebony's was going to be dark purple and Adrianna's was going to be, like grey or something. For simplicity's sake.)