UNCERTAIN DEATH
BY BELLACITRON
CHAPTER ONE
TROUBLED TEEN ACT
Alexandra POV
"What do you see?" asked the doctor, displaying a large white thick paper board splotched with ink that played like happy children to my unfocused eyes.
"Scarlets." I said trying, once again, unsuccessfully, to struggle out of my strait jacket. It was all for show of course- both he and I knew that even with my undeniable expertise when it comes to strait jackets, I would never escape him and his needle happy colleagues. How long am I going to be able to play the troubled teen role in our little show of intrigue? I thought
"Can you elaborate?" he said, obviously tired of my ilk and I. He had been getting a lot of trouble from me; maybe I should throw him a bone. Ok, just a little one, I thought with a tiny mischievously sullen smile of my own.
"Roses, if I must put it in you're terms." I said in a slow, lazy drawl .Its just super fun to piss him off, that is, if you know how to do it right. I would bet my bun that he could here my eyes rolling in their dainty little sockets.
"And now?" he said, flipping to a new board, trying to interpret my innermost subconscious thoughts. I pretended to zone out to a half conscious state and muttered an incoherent answer to the all-seeing doctor. He didn't like my answer. Apparently.
"And now." He said more forcefully, letting his accent seep through his carefully cultivated façade. Bull's-eye. I am a horrid child, Thought to myself, my only form of entertainment is to watch him squirm, and I do it all the time.
"Heaven isn't close in a place like this! I want out! I want to DIE!" I wailed hideously as tears poured down my face, burning my cracked, dry lips. I feel sorry, but not as much as I should. I couldn't resist the temptation.
"Its okay, nobody is going hurt you," he said, obviously shocked at my sudden out break, as he very well should be, "stay here and breath easy," he commanded as he walked through the door, locking it behind as he went. Thank God, I thought the ass would never leave.
My sister always thought I should go into acting. Jesus, I haven't seen her since we were eight, I haven't seen my own twin for almost a decade, I considered slowly.
I've always bean an outcast, for the better or worse I have no idea. Obviously it was for the worse.
And now?
Apparently it doesn't matter now I thought as the door creaked open to the doctor and that pointy little friend of his. I am so screwed.
"Its okay sweetheart, this will help you sleep." He said, his voice honey and his eyes daggers.
Which is a really funny comment coming from a man who just drugged me, I thought as he pulled the needle from my numb skin.
"Okay." I breathed, just waiting for this to be over, just waiting to be back in my tiny room with padded walls and little window, to think.
"Just breath a minute, you'll be safe here." He muttered nervously. Lies.
And with that I fell into the dark embrace of sleep.