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08/07/2019 12:25 PM 

Story of v - Chapter 8

Story of v - chapter 8
In her room, she paced; nervous about what was to come ahead. Veronica never tried to escape from a secure place such as Whittingham. She had been in jail many times, and even for a good period of time. But, this institution was different than those she had previously been locked up in.

It was for the criminally insane, for the darkest of minds possible; closest to hell more than anything. If you weren't mad when entering the Asylum, you would be by the time you left or maybe even have killed yourself.

Veronica had no idea what she would do with herself once she got out of hell. Would she ever go home? Back to that place she hated. Would she ever see her mama, and her brother again? Were they even alive? Had she killed them too by accident? Where were her dogs, and were they alive? All these questions floated in and out of her cranium unanswered. She didn't know, but she wasn't scared to find out. The girl had developed a thick skin and could handle anything thrown at her.

Soon it was dinner time and Veronica hadn't heard Ian return to his room yet. Perhaps he had returned before her and went to sleep. When entering the main room she looked for him. Not seeing him anywhere. Where was he? She thought as she got her disgusting slop of a tray of food and sat down at their normal table.

Veronica looked over at Jose that was posted across the room and he just gave her a look as he didn't know where Ian was. That was odd, they ate dinner every night together. In fact, they practically ate every meal together. Even once got to sneak and have a shower together. That was the only time they got to finally have sex and that's all it was. One gets lonely sitting in a cell for hours upon hours and days upon days.

Veronica was becoming worried, she was now done with her dinner and was about to be sent back to her cell for the night. Ian still hadn't shown, he had missed the last meal of the night. Something was wrong. "Roundup for meds!" Was called; this annoyed Veronica. She hated taking these MINDFVCK medications. They made her loopy and fuzzy and she didn't need that tonight. Not tonight; however, there was no way around it.

Getting her meds and swallowing them down, she walked with the huddle of patients to the doors where they would divide into line groups, the men in white would take them to their rooms for the night. Some would go right to sleep as soon as they entered their rooms. Others would cry or scream for hours before passing out, fighting the medications. Then there were always the few that would give a hard time to the staff, maybe throw a little piss and feces everywhere just so they'd have to clean it. Good ole Brett would smear feces on his walls just for the hell of it and for the punishment they would leave him in there until he cleaned it himself. Sometimes nobody would see him for weeks.

Now in her room, locked down. She looked around, taking a deep inhale and holding it as she backed up to her bed and sat down. Where was Ian? She asked herself and then knocked on the wall. "Ian, you there?" She asked, pushing her cheek and ear to the wall; listening. No response, he wasn't in there. Had he gotten released and didn't say goodbye? Veronica put her back to the wall. Her heart was pounding hard with anxiety. Her breathing started to become fast, she could feel a panic attack coming on. "Fvck!" She mumbled and began a breathing technique.

Soon the medication would kick in anyway and help her. Veronica just had to wait for a little while. But, she couldn't keep the thoughts from coming. Suddenly all these images flashed in her head. Ian, the face of her mother, her father's bloody face and brain oozing from his skull shot open.

Closing her eyes tight and clutching her teeth as they flipped by like a photo-book. Not realizing she was digging her nails deep into her arms, drawing blood. She held her breath, the blood so much blood. She could feel it dripping between her bare thighs. Her gown was now stained with crimson and she opened her hues to see what she had done.

Soon Veronica fell asleep and the hours went by, still no sign of Ian. Three in the morning was approaching and she was sound asleep like a little infant. Her door opened as quietly as it could and it, of course, woke her up. Being defensive when she is startled awake she growled and turned over as fast as a ninja and was up on her feet against the wall on her bed.

"It's just me," Jose whispered. "It's time, let's go. "She immediately got down from her bed and followed close behind him. Whispering softly like a mouse's footsteps. "Wait, we have to get Ian." She said, pulling on his arm. "There's no time, Ian is in lock-down." He replied. "What? Why?" She asked. "There isn't time to explain Veronica come on." He said and pulled her along.

The young beauty followed close behind him, rushing through the silent empty halls. He led her through a few halls she had never seen before and down a couple of stairwells that went down into a basement. "Where are we going?" She whispered as they rushed on. "Shh." Was all he would reply and brought her to a box lift.

"Get in and go... run to the far east end. Go!" He demanded in a frightened tone. He then helped her up into the box lift and pecked her cheek and patted her on the ass; then smacked his fat hand on a red button. The box lift began to rise and she crunched herself back into it the best she could. Finally, it stopped and she could feel the wind instantly hit her pale face and blow through her long tangled green hair. She could smell the rain and the trees and the grass. How she missed it so.

Not wasting any time she bolted in the direction she was told to go. Just in a hospital gown that she wore to bed with blood dried upon it. Panties and bare feet. Her heart was racing as fast as her legs were going, which was like a cheetah to the human eye. She huffed and never even looked back behind her, she didn't want to. She couldn't.

Reaching a clearing in the pitch-black darkness she stopped. Bent over to catch her breath. Feeling nauseous from running so hard and so fast. She began to cough and spit and snot everywhere. And then heard..."Ewww, girl what the fvck?" Followed by a manly chuckle. It was Vince, sitting on the hood of a hidden car behind a bush. Veronica stood up straight and shuffled over to him. Her vision a little blurry. "Who are you?" She asked, getting very light-headed. He shook his head and grinned at her. "Who you think?" He answered in question. Just then without warning, she fainted into his arms. She was exhausted and drugged and just gone.

"Fvckin' Aye." Vince laughed out and got up from the car and drug her to the side and got her into the back seat. He spread her out as much as he could so she wouldn't be cramped in his Cadillac. Before closing the door he caught a good look at her and perked a brow. "Damn girl..."
❝I'm just a psychotic girl and I won't get lost in your world.❞

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