So, i know that i'm currently in the middle of a Glee FanFic, but this idea sorta came to me and i know that i needed to get it started or i never would. I was in the middle of doing my psych homework when i got to thinking about just how crazy some of the charactors on victorious were, and this was born.
So, every charactor will appear in this as a main charactor, but of course, this is a Cade story.
Enjoy :)
"Daddy!" Cat whined, stomping her foot against the linoleum kitchen floor. "You promised you'd let me go with you."
Mr. Valentine sighed as he finished butting butter on his bagel. "Catarina, we've had this conversation many times before. It's not a place for girls like you."
Cat huffed and sat down at the kitchen table, taking a sip of her chocolate milk. "But I want to go, Daddy. Your work sounds so interesting."
Mr. Valentine laughed. "I work in a psych ward, Catarina. Not Disney World."
Cat looked over at her mother, making coffee on the kitchen counter. "Mommy, will you please talk to him?"
Ms. Valentine smiled at her husband. "You did promise her you'd take her."
"Honey," he said, looking at his red-headed daughter, "some of those people are honestly sick. You don't want to see it. I'm doing this to protect your innocence."
Cat rolled her eyes. "I'm 18, dad. You can't protect me forever."
Ms. Valentine shrugged and took a seat at the kitchen table with her husband and daughter. "Maybe it'll be good for her. She's right. You're sheltering her. Maybe you should let her see that the world isn't always all happy sunshine and rainbows for everyone."
Mr. Valentine paused for a moment. "Fine. Tomorrow. If you really want to come to work with me, you can come with me tomorrow. But you have to listen to all of my rules and do as I tell you at all times," he said, knowing his daughter very well. She had a tendency of doing some pretty stupid things.
Cat clapped her hands excitedly and smiled before throwing her arms around her father's neck in a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you so much daddy!"
The next morning, Cat was awake at 5, and dressed and had eaten breakfast by 5:30. She was already down in the kitchen playing Temple Run when her father came in for his coffee.
"You sure you want to go, sweetie?" he asked, getting the milk from the fridge.
Cat paused her game and looked up at him. "I'm positive, daddy. I want to go. I want to see what you do."
He sighed and poured the coffee in a to-go cup and secured the lid. "Okay, get in the car."
The entire car ride was of Mr. Valentine telling Catarina the rules.
"No cell phones with you in the halls. You can leave your phone in my office. You'll walk in the halls with me, at my side. If any of the patients talk to you, smile and be respectful, but ignore any rude comments. You'll be hearing some inappropriate things. If any of the boys make catcalls or whistle at you, ignore them.
"I have a few meetings with some patients today, and you won't be able to come with me for those. The meetings are confidential. I spoke with some of the other workers there and you'll be able t go hang out in the art room or the music lounge for that time. The nurses have my pager number, so if you need me, you'll find one of them.
"Lunch time is in the cafeteria for all the patients. We'll go in there to get food, but we won't have to eat in there with them. We'll go to the doctors' lounge. Sound good?"
Catarina nodded and watched as the car pulled up to a large metal gate that seemed to magically swing open in front of them as the car pulled up.
"Daddy," she asked, "Is this place really as scary as you said it is?" Mr. Valentine parked the car and got out before walking to the other side to let out his daughter. Even though Catarina was 18 years old, Mr. Valentine could always pretend that she was still the little girl she was years ago. Despite the fact that she had dyed her long brown hair into a hot magenta, she still dressed in pale pinks and bright hues, had the voice of an innocent angel, and was short enough that her head barely reached to her father's shoulder.
The two of them began walking towards the front door. "The place isn't scary, Catarina. It's just… sometimes the people are. Sometimes, these people don't have control of themselves. They're here because they need help. It's never the disease that's scary, but what it does to you."
Cat frowned as they entered the building. The antiseptic smell of a hospital filled her senses. "What do you mean?"
Mr. Valentine shook his head. "Maybe if you talk to some of the patients, you'll figure that out on your own."
A smiling blonde at the front desk looked up at them. "Good morning Doctor Valentine," she said, voice warm and happy. Cat put on a friendly smile. Sometimes, she forgot that her dad was actually Doctor dad. "And this must be your daughter," the woman continued.
She stood up from the desk and walked over to Cat and extended a hand. "I'm Brittany. It's wonderful to meet you."
"Catarina," Cat said, shaking the woman's hand.
The beeper on her father's belt made a noise and Cat looked up at him.
"That means that it's officially wake up time for the patients and that they're going to be getting their morning meds." Cat nodded. "Come on, let's go to my office."
The two of them walked through the long white corridors. Apart from the occasional nurse who smiled and greeted the father-daughter duo, the halls were empty. When they turned a corner, there was a window mounted into the wall and a line of about 20 teenagers standing in front of it.
Cat watched as the bored man behind the window would put some pills into little plastic cups and hand them to the teenagers for them to take. They'd spill the pills in their mouths, and then after a moment would open up and show the man their empty tongues before heading off.
Cat looked at the kids. They all seemed so… normal. A boy with shoulder-length black hair wearing a long-sleeved tan jacket looked over at her and nodded. She smiled at him. She saw two girls who looked so much alike that they could be sisters bickering over something. One was very thin and dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats, while the other had her hair wrapped up almost completely in a scarf. Apparently, the girl with the scarf took the other girl's bracelet or something without asking. Another boy with braided hair looked at Cat with a shy smile before quickly averting eye contact and turning towards a tall, awkward looking fella with curly black hair and thick rimmed glasses.
From what her dad had always told her, Cat had expected to see monsters. She was expecting screaming, crying patients who were throwing fits and there was lamps flying through the air. Cat thought it would be a total…. Loony bin, for lack of a better term.
The last thing she expected to see was kids that looked like the people she would see every day in school.
They were just about to turn the corner to head towards Dr. Valentine's office when a strange door caught Cat's attention. While every door in the hospital had a large window on the front that offered next to no privacy, this was gave you only that. The door was entirely white with the exception of one tiny window that couldn't have been more than four inches high and six inches across.
Cat's father continued walking down the hall. Cat knew that she could follow him, but curiosity got the best of her.
Her mother always joked that "curiosity killed the Cat." While Catarina hoped the outcome wouldn't be true in her case, she understood it completely.
She walked over towards the white door and had to stand on her tiptoes to see into the window. The inside looked like any of the other rooms in the hospital, from what Cat had seen through the transparent doors. There was a single cot, a toilet, and a dresser. The walls were bleak and white. At first, there was no movement in the room. And then, Cat found herself staring deep into a pair of bright green eyes.
Cat stepped back and heard herself gasp. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. She took a moment to control her breathing and stepped closer to the door. This time, on shakey feet, she raised herself back onto her toes. Once again she was met with the emerald eyes.
The eyes were powerful. They hid something deep inside them that made Cat feel like they could see through her. The thought sent chills through Cat's very being. She was in awe of the eyes. She desperately wanted to see the person to whom the eyes belonged, but was only granted the small space of the window. She watched as the outside corners of the eyes lifted, as if the mysterious person was grinning. No, smirking at Cat. Cat just barely felt the corners of her own lips lifting to meet the smile when she heard her father.
"CAT!" he almost yelled, he quickly hurried to his daughter's side and grabbed her hand, yanking her away from the door, and away from those green eyes. "What were you thinking?!"
Cat frowned and looked down at the ground in front of her. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I just…" Cat felt the unwelcomed sting of tears behind her eyes. She never did particularly well when she was being yelled at.
Mr. Valentine knew this and ran a hand through his hair as he took a calming breath. "It's fine, sweety. You just had me worried. One minute you were right there with me, and then the next you were no where to be found."
Cat did not lift her eyes. "Sorry. I shouldn't have left."
He chuckled lightly. "No, Catarina. You shouldn't have. Come on. Lets go to my office."
They walked only a few steps before curiosity got thebest of her once again. "Daddy," she asked. "Who is in that room?"
Mr. Valentine glanced over at his innocent daughter. "That room is the isolation room. We leave that room for our most… concerning patients. Most all of them are free to walk around the hospital as they please, so long as they abide by the rules, but some are special cases that need to be watched more carefully."
Cat thougt back to those eyes. So deep and… inexplainable. The eyes were harsh and cruel, but held a softness in them that Cat found hypnotic. Surely no person who needed isolation like that would be the owner of those eyes.
"Well," Cat said with a frown, not liking her father's answer, "What'd she do?"
They stepped into her father's office and he took a seat in the warm, brown leather chair. "Cat," he sighed, "It's nothing good. It'd really just be best if you didn't know. You don't need to know. All I can say is that girl is dangerous."
He reached into his drawr and pulled out a notepad and a pack of colored pens. "Here," he saidm handing them to Cat. "Draw me something pretty."
Cat sighed and uncapped the pink pen and began drawing swirls that turned themselves into flowers. After a quiet moment she asked, "Can I at least know her name?"
Dr. Valentine looked at his daughter. She never lifted her eyes from her paper as she continued to draw. He knew that he had told her to interact with some of the patients in the wing, but this was the last person he would want his little Catarina interacting with. He read the girl's file. He has sessions with her four times a week. This girl is as close to a monster as any person her age could be.
"Jade," he finally said. "Her name is Jade."
Cat smiled and closed her eyes. "Green."
Mr. Valentine frowned and watched as Cat capped the pink pen and reached for deep green. "What?" he asked.
Cat continued smiling as she began to draw with the green. "Jades are green, just like her eyes. Such a beautiful green."
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