Hey guys! I had this story in mind for quite some time now so let's see where this is going.
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"Wake up!" a voice shouted. I sighed and moved my head, as far as the restrains allowed me to, to the right. Two people came into my room. Like every morning. The nurse was caring a tray with breakfast on it. They gave me the same thing every morning. Two slices of bread and a cup of tea. Sometimes the nurses got me some cookies, but that was rather rare. They never let me leave this room. Only every few days so I could take a shower. But otherwise they kept me in here.
"Today is a special day for you. Do you know why?" Doctor Johnson said. He had been here at the hospital for almost two years now and I didn't like him one bit. The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. He was that kind of person you shouldn't turn your back on, unless you want to get stabbed. Unfortunately he was one of the few doctors who volunteered to treat patients locked up in ward 4.
The nurse, Hannah was her name, started to feed me my breakfast. It was a precaution, so they wouldn't have to loosen my straightjacket. Which was probably for the best. Though I didn't particularly like being locked up and treated like a lunatic, I at least couldn't hurt anyone. That's why my mother sent me here. Beside the straightjacket they also removed anything metallic from my room and all stuff who came into my room had to wear rubber cloves.
Johnson didn't wait for a reply. Not that he expected one. I hardly talk to anyone here.
"A professor is coming here to pay you a visit."
As soon as these words left his mouth I looked at him, surprised and also a bit scared. During those ten years I've been here, no one ever came to visit me and if someone did, it always ended bad…mostly for me.
"He seemed quite interested in your case. He specifically asked for you."
As soon as breakfast was finished, Hannah hurried out of the room. No one wanted to stay longer than necessary.
"I do hope you will be on your best behaviour?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and looking straight into my eyes.
I nodded, knowing that talking back would earn me a punishment.
"Good girl." He said and gave me smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I really hated this guy. Without saying anything else he left my room.
The silence that followed gave me the opportunity to think about that professor. There had been quite a few professor and doctors throughout the years but they never 'studied' me for to long. At some point I always lost control and well from these moments on they just don't want to continue their 'studies'.
Of course Johnson didn't tell when the professor would arrive so I was sitting in my room for three hours trying not to think about what was about to happen.
Finally the door opened and Johnson came in again, followed by two men. One of them was taller and shorter hair than the other one but he didn't look as…professional as the shorter man. Which made we think that the shorter one was the professor. Though I had to admit that he looked completely different from the other professors that had come to visit.
"Alright Emily" Johnson said. "Here is the professor I told you about." He pointed with his hand to the shorter one. "Charles Xavier and…" he looked at the other one I certain uncertainty I never saw in his face.
"Eric." The other man said without any emotion in his voice. "Lehnsherr." I didn't know why but I found that guy quite likeable.
"Very well." Johnson said and cleared his throat. "Why don't you say hello to them?" He was talking to me like I was a little child…or retarded. He always did that when strangers came to visit. One more reason why I couldn't stand him.
I didn't say anything instead I glared like every time. He sighed and ii knew that I would be punished later for making him look bad in front of his guests.
"Please doctor." Professor Xavier turned to Johnson. I noticed he had a British accent. "Would it be possible that my partner and I could talk to Emily alone?"
Johnson looked taken aback and also a bit disappointed. Not many people wanted to be alone with me.
"Are you sure professor? She can be a little-" Johnson started but the professor interrupted him by lifting his hand.
"I think my friend and I can handle the situation perfectly well." The professor said and looked at Johnson expectedly.
After a few seconds of debating with himself he reluctantly left. Though the expression on his face told otherwise.
"If you need me I'll be just outside." He said before shutting the door.
As soon as he left both men turned to look at me.
"Hello Emily." The professor said with a friendly smile as he and his friend sat down on two chairs that were in my room. "My name is Charles and that's my friend Eric."
'Eric' gave a short nod.
"And we are here to help you."