They'll kill you.
Lock you up.
They know what you are.
They know what you think.
They know. WE know. They know, and those that don't will soon enough.
Zelda tried to tune the voices out as she was led from the front hall of the asylum to her room, the doctors and nurses grim-faced. The walls were clinically white, a painful shade that made her want to cry.
They're judging you, judging you right now. You stupid slut.
Stupid whore.
Zelda shook her head and the nurses beside her mumbled something to each other.
Now they're talking about you... You stupid-
"Miss?" one of the doctors was speaking to her carefully, a soothing voice that upset her more than calmed her.
They want to lure you in, then they'll stick things in you, but you'd like that? Wouldn't you whore?
"Miss? Can you hear me?" the doctor spoke again as they made her sit in a chair made of some plastic painted to look wooden.
"Y-yes," she managed to stammer out.
"My name is Doctor Mario," he said and Zelda chanced a glance up at his face. A big bushy mustache obscured his mouth, but his eyes were kind, the skin around them crinkling with what she assumed was a smile.
He smiles for whores. Whores like you.
"You're Zelda Harkinian-Nohansen, aren't you?" he asked carefully and she managed a nod. "Do you know why you are here Miss?"
You tried to kill yourself, slit your whore wrists, let your slut blood run red down the drain... You FAILED, like you fail at EVERYTHING!
The voices made her flinch and she nodded, a quick jerk of her head.
"Miss, you tried to commit suicide with a steak knife at your family's home, do you remember?" Again, she nodded the same quick up and down, terrified to open her mouth. "Can you tell me why?"
Tell him whore. Tell him why. Tell him what the men did... what your father did in response... TELL HIM! LET HIM JUDGE YOU.
THEY ARE ALL JUDGING YOU!
"Miss," the doctor sighed and pinched the bridge of his rather round nose, "I believe you are suffering from some sort of pshychotic break. Can you tell me if you're hearing voices?"
"Yes," she said with a nod of her head.
"How many different voices are there?"
Tell him, tell him who we belong to, he'll love it.
"I-I don't know," she lied and dug her fingernails into her palms as the voices screamed.
LYING WHORE!
LIES!
You know us... so very well...
Breaking promises, breaking vows, something we cannot allow!
Zelda flinched and heard the doctor sigh.
"I'm going to start you on a medicine that will calm you down, hopefully quiet down those voices okay?" One jerk of her head up and down, not a sound coming from her lips as the voices in her head shouted in protest.
YOU CAN'T SILENCE US!
"We need to document everything you've been admitted with, any bruises or marks on your body... Do you understand?"
He wants to see your body.
You want him to don't you?
Fucking slut. I bet you do.
You want him to want you.
Disgusting.
Disgusting whore.
You make us sick.
WE CAN'T LOOK AT YOU ANYMORE!
GO AWAY!
Can't even kill herself right... pathetic.
XxX
A brunette nurse smiled warmly at Zelda as they stepped into an empty room containing one white sheeted bed in the corner, nailed to the floor just like the one white dresser and the one white bedside table. One of everything, and now one Zelda. "Alright honey," she said sweetly, "my name's Daisy, I'm one of the nurses on staff here... I have to give you some new clothes," she indicated a grey bundle in her arms, "and I have to check you for any bruises etcetera okay?"
She wants to judge you. They all do.
"O..kay," Zelda nodded carefully and the nurse motioned to her clothes.
"Alright just drop down to nothing, no bras with underwire or anything are allowed honey, especially not with your history."
She means your big fuck up.
Stupid bitch, you can't even kill yourself right.
Zelda shivered as she began to remove her bloodstained t-shirt, eyes unable to look at anything more than the floor. She couldn't look up at the nice nurse, couldn't see the judgement she was about to have in her eyes.
She's going to judge you, then hand you over naked to the men down the hall.
You'd like that too much, wouldn't you?
Maybe they'll isolate you, try to purify you.
It won't work, you're a FILTHY WHORE!
Zelda unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, bracing herself as the nurse walked around her. She heard a gasp as she pulled off her dark sweatpants and flinched, worried she did something wrong.
Exposing yourself to a stranger? Nothing new from you...
"Honey what happened to you?" the nurse asked in a horrified whisper and Zelda flinched as she felt Daisy draw nearer. She heard a click of a tape recorder.
Recording your naked body.
Do you like that?
Disgusting.
Filthy.
No one wants you.
NO ONE BUT WHORES LIKE YOU WILL EVER WANT YOU!
"Patient has severe scarring on upper inner thighs..." Zelda let out a shaky breath, glancing up at the gray clothes being shoved in her arms. "You can put these on now honey, I've seen enough."
She's disgusted by your whorish antics.
FILTHY.
You sicken us.
Zelda dressed quickly and turned to look at the nurse's name badge hanging at her hip, unable to look the woman in the eyes. Daisy, that was a flower right? A bright yellow one...
"Alright now there's a few medications the doctor wants you to take," she reached into a pocket on her off-white scrubs and pulled out a medicine cup holding a colorful variety of pills. "So let me see you swallow these down and then we'll give you the grand tour okay?"
Wants you to swallow them down.
Swallow whore.
SWALLOW THEIR POISON.
You've done it before...
XxX
They led her through the white halls, her bare feet making soft footfalls as they moved. She saw a dining area, several meeting rooms, and finally they ended up in a massive open area. Here patients milled about, some sitting in the once plush chairs, others drawing under close supervisions, and some just staring into the distance. "Here's the recreational area," Daisy said with a smile. "Why don't you go introduce yourself?" Zelda looked at her quickly, horrified at the thought.
You thought she'd want to be your friend? Stupid.
Stupid as always.
Go make "friends". They can do more of what you like.
What you want.
Whore
Look, that one over there with the blue hair is gawking at you.
Why don't you fuck him?
Fuck him, let him fuck you.
FILTH.
YOU DISGUST ME! DISGUST US!
Zelda stumbled from the nurse's side and moved into the room, keeping her attention on her bare toes as she came to an empty table. She pulled out a chair, cringing as it groaned against the tile. Someone screamed and she flinched, looking around quickly. Her eyes ran over the faces, finding most of them ignoring her. Almost everyone was looking away, except one man. He sat in a plush chair, looking right at her with wide blue eyes.
Look, the whore caught a man's eye.
Go fuck him.
Suck his cock.
If he lets you.
Beg him.
Get on your knees and beg.
Or do you prefer to be tied up?
Isn't that how HE did it?
THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT HUH?
We know you wanted it... now you want it again... trash.
Zelda looked away from him quickly, not liking the feeling his dark blue eyes on her stirred in the pit of her stomach. She sat, looking back to the man to see him watching her intently.
He likes you whore.
Fuck him.
Like you want to.
Always want to.
You're a slut. He can smell the slut on you.
Pathetic. Haven't you had enough?
IT'S NEVER ENOUGH!
She swallowed hard, eyes unable to look away despite the fact that she felt sick just looking at him. His dark blue hair was spiked, his eyes curious, surprised, a ghost of a grin on his lips. She noticed of all the patients, he was the only one wearing long sleeves. Curious.
Curious about your next fuck?
YOU MAKE US SICK!
We despise you, hate you with all that we are.
Disappointment.
Not even a good fuck.
Can't spread her legs right... Can't do anything right... so pathetic.
Her eyes moved back to his and found him looking away from her, his eyes now on whatever he had in his lap. He seemed to be scribbling, and Zelda just turned her attention to her hands. She fiddled with her thumbs, picking at a torn cuticle as she tried to calm down.
"Take a deep breath," she mumbled to herself and shut her eyes, losing herself in her calming exercises she was taught as a child. A noise caught her attention and she opened her eyes, staring at the piece of paper that was new on the table before her, the edges torn and rough as if it was torn out in a hurry.
'I know what you are' scribbled in dark blue ink. She looked around her, heart thundering in panic. The blue haired man was gone.
He knows.
XXX
Here's a trip down the rabbit hole for you. Let me know what you think! Much love, Leigh