New story, my first Twilight Fic. I'll post my next chappie Friday, enjoy!
The woman looked tired. Not angry, not repulsed, just tired. It clutched her hand as she lead It in. Shaw felt a hint of pity as she saw It. Like a tongue of flame on a candle, the pity burned in her heart for but a second, before she smothered it with the ease that only someone with years of experience in such matters can do. Shaw felt her thin lips twitch in a frown as the woman half dragged, half carried It into the Asylum. The woman was flanked by a ruddy-faced man in a shallow coat, carrying a small child in his arms. Macready hoped they weren't depositing both children here.
They entered the asylum, It leaned into Its mothers coat.
"Mama," she whispered fearfully, "Mama," she broke down into tears.
The woman did not react, she stared at Shaw helplessly, the man mimicked her expression, as he stroked the tufts of hair growing from the baby's head.
"It's our Mary," said the woman, leaning over the desk, speaking in a hushed voice, as if to avoid gossip. "She- she, we, I mean, we can't,"
"If you can't handle two children," said Shaw, fixing the woman with her unwavering steal-colored gaze, "than we cannot be of any assistance. I would recommend an orphanage."
Shaw's hardened eyes stared into the woman's watery blue ones. They bored into the woman.
"It's not that it's," the woman broke off awkwardly.
"Mary-Alice isn't right in the head," said the man quietly, "never has been."
The woman stared at him, and he looked down awkwardly at the wooden floor.
"She's never been normal," he said, nudging at a pebble on the floor with his shoe, "we don't know what to do. It's bad for Cynthia, and people talk. . ."
Shaw nodded, "I see."
"We've seen doctors, they told us she was an idiot, and insane." Said the woman, she hunched her shoulders and dropped her eyes nervously. "We can't. . .not anymore. It's to much. Please," she looked up once again at Shaw. "Please help us."
Shaw pursed her lips and consulted her books.
"We have space." She glanced up at the family "I trust you will pay the bill?"
"We will, yes, of course." Said the man, Shaw handed him the forms.
"We will need your mailing address, and yours and the patient's name."
"Mary-Alice Brandon," said the woman, resting her hand on It. Mary-Alice flinched at the touch. It, thought Shaw sharply, No names, just It. Can't get attached, mustn't get attached.
"I'm Alice Brandon," said the woman, "and my husband, Geoffrey Brandon."
"I'm Nurse Shaw," said Shaw accepting the not-completed forms from Mr. Brandon. "May I inquire as to the problem with Mary-Alice?"
"She, she talks to herself," said Mr. Brandon, still not meeting Shaw's eyes, "And has. . .visions. Hallucinations."
Shaw nodded. "I see."
It leaned into Its mother again, "please, please no." It pleaded, "Please. It's coming. He's coming, and he wants to hurt me, please don't leave me. No, NO!" The last word was a scream, and a doctor, who had entered the room, was waiting awkwardly to the side. He glanced at Shaw, who nodded. The doctor started foreword and grabbed It by the arms.
"Now let's not fuss now, there's a good girl."
It writhed and shrieked trying to escape the doctor's firm grip, "No! NO!"
I think Alice is about five or six. Not all chapters are going to be Shaws POV, this is the only one. Please, please PLEASE review!!!!!!
~Choco