Mindf u c k

It seemed like hours had snailed by as she lay there, listening to the crying male in the next cell-block. The crazed girl was getting rather annoyed and eventually got up from her bed and started pacing, circling, yet again. At least this time she was dressed in a hospital gown and socks. It wasn't chilly for her, not this time; Veronica usually is not affected by the cold. More effected by any form of heat instead; you may find her sweating in an air-conditioned room.

The door suddenly started opening once more, this time the staff were already on high alert and prepared for whatever Veronica could possibly dish out. However, she wasn't in the mood, not in the mood to fight anymore, not in the mood to run. She just stood there, barely... and folded her arms across her chest. She could easily get herself out of this situation, at least she thought she could. Things weren't working out for her. Her attention span was not strong enough, she was just too out of it to do anything.

Next, the sister entered first, how bold of her; and then followed in the men in white right behind her. "Good evening Veronica, my name is Sister Teresa Withers. I will be in charge of you from now on." She said in a rather cute like tone. "Oh really? In charge of me you say, and what does that mean exactly?" Veronica asked, knowing perfectly well. The nun began to walk slowly in a circle around the girl as she began speaking. "It means you do what I say when I say." She replied, stopping in front of Veronica and locking eyes with her, making contact, showing upper-hand. "Without any lip." She concluded and spit in Veronica's face.

"You fvcking cunt!" Veronica growled out and before she could have a go at her and rip the woman's face-off, the men in white were all over her. Tackling her to the ground and smashing her face into the floor. The smiling Sister casually walked out of the room. "It's dinner time." She bubbled on her way out. The men held Veronica down, restraining her until she finally calmed down and stopped fighting with them. Then... they all let go of her and backed off, exactly at the same time.

Breathing rapidly and crouched down upon the floor, she burned through them all with her eyes. "It's time to go to the dining room. Put this on and come out into the hall." One of the men muttered to Veronica as he tossed a white jumpsuit onto the bed. The men then exited the room and shut the door behind them. F'uck You! She yelled; breathing heavily, red-faced, and angry. Veronica got up and went to the bed and removed the gown she was wearing. "What's with the fvckin' white here?" She asked herself and then got into the skin-tight jumpsuit and looked down at it, appalled by its appeal.

Going to the door, she tapped on it with her knuckle and an orderly opened the door cautiously for her. She stepped out into the hall, behaving; but, still, four more men were there ready to escort her to the dining room. She walked with them, two in front, and three behind her. Down many halls, ending at air locked double doors. A woman in a booth behind thick bulletproof glass buzzed the large doors and they opened outward.

Veronica studied every single inch of her surroundings as they processed her through. Where everything was located and how they secured it. Veronica was then sent through the doors alone, and they closed and locked behind her. What she saw once entering was a rather large room, filled with patients and they roamed freely. On one side of the room was the food pick up area, and the other, plain tables and chairs surrounding a 1970's television set. Couches, and a bookshelf with some old raggedy books upon it.

Veronica slowly began to walk around the room, observing and examining each person and picking out certain things about them to remember them by. A man with Satan in his eyes; the girl with the large scar on her forehead; the man masturbating rather violently in a darkened corner; the beautiful blonde that is mute; the list goes on. The room had a strange stench to it; stale and musty; it looked dingy as if it hadn't been cleaned or had any maintenance done to it in a very long time. Several men in white were posted around the room keeping a watchful eye, but not interfering, not interacting, not publicly, however.

Veronica wasn't hungry, but an orderly pushed her along into the food line anyway. She huffed and marched on through with her tray as an old man loaded it with junk she wouldn't ever want to eat. She cringed at it as she got done in line, and went to find a table alone. Of course, there wasn't an open one available. Veronica, however, did see one promising table by a window, which had a young man sitting alone at it. He wasn't eating, just had his nose in a book. Nerd; He looked way better than all the other wackos in the room. Dark hair, tattoos, beard, kind of cute. She made her way over to the table he was sitting at and sat down without saying anything. This made the male look up from his book at her, and he then slammed his book down on the table; making a loud echo. Veronica just looked over at him with a puzzled expression.

"Ah, fancy this. The whore sits down with me." He says and begins laughing. Veronica sucked her teeth and folded her arms, raising a brow. "Oh, so you must be the p'ussy that cries in the cell next to me." She said in return. "I'd watch your mouth pretty one if I were you." He said lowering his voice. "Is that so? Why is that?" She questioned. "Because my pet, wouldn't want something to happen to that pretty face of yours." He replied. "Wow that was really scary, I mean... I'm so fvcking frightened right now. My teeth are chattering. Give me a break dude." She said cackling and picking up a piece of bread and ripping a piece off with her teeth and began eating it. For some reason, Veronica got very hungry all the sudden and started eating everything that had been slopped onto her tray. All the while the male watched her like a hawk, not saying a word. He hadn't even glanced elsewhere. Veronica finished everything and then looked up at him, quirking a well-defined brow. "Why are you staring at me like that? Want to get punched mother fvcker?" She threatened and he smiled deviously; "No reason." He answered and then stood up from his seat. "My name is Ian by the way... Veronica." He said casually and then walked off to dump his tray in a nearby trashcan.

"What the...?" She whispered to herself. 'How'd he know her name?' She watched from the corner of her eye as he walked over to the bookshelf with some mangled looking books upon it, browsing through them. Veronica got up from her seat, leaving her tray there and walked over behind him. "How do you know my name?" She asked sternly and he didn't even turn around. "I can hear everything in your cell. Sister Withers spoke it aloud." He answered, still looking through the titles of the books. "Oh..." She said and then backed away, going to sit in front of the television on a small love seat. It was playing a black and white documentary about Dr. Martin Luther King.

"F'uck my life." She whispered under her breath. Just then, she felt something brush against her knee. Glancing down, seeing a dark-haired woman had placed her hand upon it, gripping it. "I can help with that." The woman said in a scratchy voice. "Good to know." Veronica replied sarcastically and flung the woman's hand away from her.

"MEDS, LINE UP!" Was then soon called. Veronica was not thrilled about this at all, she was hoping maybe they wouldn't give her anything. She just sat there, eyes fixed on the tube, as everyone else lined up at a little glass window with an old black woman behind it; dispensing prescription medications. Most likely some mood-altering drugs to calm everyone down before lights out.

"Get in line!" Was spoken from behind her. Looking up, she saw a large Hispanic man in white. An orderly; "I don't think I have to." She said to him and he shook his head down at her. "Go! Don't cause problems." He said pointing to the line. "Aight s'hit." She replied and got up from her spot and walked over and stood in line. Arms folded across her chest once again and with a look of pissed off on her face.

"Don't worry Veronica, it will only make you nicer for a few hours. No harm is done sweet lips." Came in a velvet voice from behind her. She turned her head and with narrowed eyes looked back at who? Ian; She grumbled and huffed. "You again... Why must you talk to me? I don't like you. I don't like anyone." She said rudely and with a roll of her eyes. "I don't care if you don't like me. Nor do I give two s'hits if you like anyone either. I am talking to you because I know you are a smart one and don't belong in here, just like me." He replied calmly. Her rough facial expression began to soften and she dropped her arms to her sides and turned around to face him. "Please don't act as if you know anything about me. Smart... yes I am. But believe this, why I am in here or whatever you have heard. Is true. So, yeah I probably do belong in here or if not, the electric chair." She said turning her back on him.