Hey guys! It's been quite some time since I've been active here. While I do have intentions to finish my Wolf Children story, right now I need to try something else. Recently I have played the Evil Within, and I love it to pieces! It took me back to my days playing Silent Hill and Resident Evil which was awesome. So, that is why I am going to try my hand at the horror genre and write a fic. Hope you all will enjoy exploring with me!
If you didn't catch it in the little idk what it's called? Imma call it a tag on the main search page; I love Ruvik. I don't know what it was about him as his character is not all that original but something about it literally gave me the chills. I also like crazy scientist characters which is what he kinda was. At least on the surface. I will, I guess be simultaneously exploring his character a bit and how I would see him along the way so it may jump between POV's.
Regardless! I have done enough babbling I think it is time we move on yes?
Enjoy!
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Patient 171 :
Everett L. Hathaway
Female
16
120lbs 5ft 4in.
Brunette, Pale skin, Light Brown eyes
Admitted by family after an 'incident' in the home, homicidal tendencies, rage and anger uncontrollable, cannot distinguish between right and wrong, has an unhealthy obsession with setting things on fire. Refuses to speak of the incident or her siblings. Has signs of Anti-social Personality Disorder.
Refuses to speak to anyone.
Will proceed with treatment.
Notes:
1/6/10
Her arrival here at the hospital was quite unorthodox. Following the events of the trial, the accident at the family home I find it strange the law gave her up to Beacon. The facilities that are normally host to the vermin, pestilence of the world is no place for the common offender. However, within the accusations of the family, and 171's refusal to speak it is not hard to see why the charges passed so easily. Regardless, 171 will be housed within the juvenile ward. Testing and questioning will commence within three days' time.
1/10/10
It proves to be difficult to gaze at the picture in her file, let alone the moment I saw her seated in the room across the way from Jimenez. Those eyes, that hair, it reminds me of you my dearest Laura. For a brief moment, it was as if you had returned to me but alas my mind plays tricks yet again. My eyes fail me. And while they have cut her hair to nothing but shaggy locks of deepest brown, the uncanny appearance is all the same.
Must this haunt me?
1/15/10
Patient refuses to address questions regarding the accident and trial. 171 shows defiance against Jimenez and the lead doctors at the hospital. Refuses to speak in general and will not write the answers down on paper despite the attempts of many to get her to do so. She is a stubborn one.
1/23/10
171 has still refused to speak. Every attempt has proven void, now 171 has taken to ignoring the presence of the other nurses and doctors in the sessions. Her eyes are always fixed on the one way mirror from which behind I observe the spectacle. Those eyes, autumn like in nature are always fixed sturdy as if she knew. It is not hard to see it now. 171 is not the common patient, nor does she exhibit signs from any of the reports as of yet.
One thing is for certain, she is always thinking.
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Did they not understand?
Obviously they didn't.
Of course they didn't.
With her arms securely restrained in cusps of the arm of a metal chair, she focused not on the agitated doctor in front of her but the mirror to her right. These people had no idea what they were talking about, let alone what had happened. She'd tried so hard to tell the police, the investigators but everything had been stacked against her. It was all his doing; she felt it in her gut. The man her mother had called husband, but yet he was nowhere near her Father, and Everett refused to acknowledge him even as a step.
He was the kind of man to dislike children from another's loins; and while he had had her mother in the throes of love and lust, her children suffered greatly while she wore rose tinted glasses. It was her job as the eldest to protect her siblings, and protect she tried. But none of that mattered anymore; the truth was hidden in murky lies painted by the man who took everything away from her. Jail wasn't enough, was it? He had to send her here, into the heart of madness where he himself should have resided. The mental hospital had always been the subject of rumor in school. Kids had always held a morbid fascination with things as such, and the media did nothing to stop it. Games, movies, depicting horrific scenes of gore and abuse only furthered her silence.
Besides, no one would listen.
It would only prove to toss her further down the rabbit hole and into a pile of shit.
"Everett! Everett!" The man called across the table, desperately trying to grab her attention. "You need to answer the question" It almost sounded threatening, perhaps even so was the fact she could feel the anger rising in the older male like a tidal wave going to strike the calm shore.
Tearing her eyes from the mirror, her apathetic gaze turned back to Jimenez as his name tag read, and yet her mouth did not falter once. Her lips were placed into a thin line of defiance. His hands clenched into fists before one came to grasp the bridge of his nose in a deep sigh. "Will you at least write the answers down on a piece of paper?" He slid the white sheet across the table, a pencil then after. Only then did he move to unclasp her from the confines of the chair.
But Everett didn't budge. Staring straight forward she ignored the paper like he had never done a thing. She would have laughed at his irritation, really she would have. Inside she found it quite comical. After five minutes of silence, Jimenez slammed his hands on the table and called in one of the nurses. He pushed his way out of the small green room, disappearing out of sight for the day. The nurse had come to stand beside her, gently placing a hand around her upper arm. To be honest, they were probably one of the only good things this place had going. The ones that tended to her often were kind, hardworking, and talkative even though they all knew she wouldn't respond. It put her at ease, of only a little.
Her room was towards the middle of one of the hallways. It was small, but strangely comfortable for a mental hospital. It felt…normal to say the least. An attempt to give the patients a little bit of continuity perhaps? Her brother, Liam had given her several posters and pictures he'd drawn. Hung up on the walls they covered the off white wall paper where her desk was. Everett missed him greatly; her heart would ache as if cut apart at the thought of what that monster was doing to him now. Without her there, would he suffer? Without her there, would he be alright? And Colin…
Tears pricked at her eyes but they dared not fall. The door behind her shut and locked, leaving her alone in dark thoughts. If only she'd moved fast enough, maybe she would have seen the difference between…it was so foggy and hazy, the dark was so hard to traverse it really was an honest mistake…
No one believed her though. No one would.
Would, after all, would believe the girl who snapped?
The one who used to get into trouble with the law prior?
The one who didn't know how to vent the emotions she pent up?
No one would.
No one cared.
No one was going to come get her.
Everett accepted that the day the sentence was passed and instead of jail she was sent here. The car ride over had been so silent, in the back of a police car handcuffed like an animal. She could still recall the investigator's face, gruff and stern. He looked like the kind of man who drank or smoked, perhaps to drown out the deaths of those around him? Surely as a detective, you had to witness multiple causalities. He seemed nice, in that jack ass way, off handed comments here and there about how she'd fucked up. But then again, it struck him as odd when she didn't speak, even to him.
Everett hadn't spoken since that night and she highly doubted it would ever happen again. She wished her vocals away, would rot in her throat. Perhaps she'd wake up one morning with her lips sewn shut and her tongue ripped out? Her feet moved to the side of the small bed, crawling onto it as it squeaked. The window high above her was her only light, dim and gloomy signifying rain had come again to Krimson City.
As she drifted between sleep and awake, her mind wandered far. The school must be abuzz with what happened, she thought, all those idiots thinking I am some sort of psycho. Her mind could almost trick her into thinking she could hear their whispers from where she lay. One thing was for sure, if she ever did get out of here (though it was highly unlikely a girl can still hope ) there was no way in hell she'd ever return to the city. She'd imagine taking the train or a flight out of here, finding a new city a new home, and living as a common person.
But that was mere fantasy. Reality was, she was now living amidst the cracks of mirrors and in the very place where scary stories began.
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Well, hope you liked the first chapter! Hope to work on this a lot because I am already loving it. Please! Fell free to review, post comments, or PM me what I can improve! I love feedback.