To Live and Die in Rehab

It's a stormy day in down town Jump City, the clouds blackening the streets as if it were night time. In the rotting innards of the city lays a moderately funded but slightly decaying rehab center called Jump City Rehab Center. A woman is driving to the parking lot of this building. She is a slightly Italian tan-ish woman with skinny, sleek legs and a beautiful bodily figure, her hair black and long like a mustang's radiant mane. She leaves her navy blue Camry and covers the top of her skull with a manila folder, which is moderately stuffed with papers. She sprinted to the door as the rain drops patted down on her white lab coat and black skirt. She almost tripped a few times in her black high heal stiletto shoes. She made it through the front door panting wildly, and then gathered herself at the reception desk.

"Hey Mike." The women greeted to the man at the desk.

"Hey."

"I'm here about the Nicole Diza case, Dr. Hartman said he would meet at her cell. Which room is she in?" asked the women.

Mike clicked a few keys into his computer and found the answer to the woman's question. "She is in cell 31 on the 4th floor."

"Hey, I was thinking, what are you doing after work?" Mike asked.

"I get out at 2 today. Why?" she asked.

"Well Kendra, I was hoping we could go see a movie, I hear Public Enemies sounds pretty good." Said Mike.

Kendra smiled at him and shook her head once.

"What took you so long to ask?" Kendra asked.

"What time should I pick you up." He asked with a smile.

"Eight sounds good." She answered with a smile.

"Great. See you then." Mike finished.

Kendra took the elevator all the way to the fourth floor. This floor was plagued with dirty floors and cracked, shattered tile walls. Screams of insane, tortured souls begging for a shot of heroin or a line of cocaine, flourished in this mental asylum, but only the more criminally insane earned a spot on this floor. An aging man stood further down the hall, waiting by a filthy steel door.

"Good morning Dr. Richards." He greeted.

"Good morning." She answered back.

"I am so glad you came. I can't seem to get through to this girl. She has sat in that room staring at the wall with her back turned for months now. She won't eat and I can't tell if she has been sleeping. She says she wants to talk to you and you only." Dr. Hartman explained.

"However I did send in one of our most trained social psychologists to talked to her and see if she can get something out of her." He added, while handing her an access card to open the door.

She swiped the card through the slot in the machine and the LED to the left of the machine lit up green. She opened the door and entered the sewer like room. It was disgusting inside this room, the walls were made of old stained, rotting tile as well as the floors. It looked like an old truck stop bathroom. The toilet had blackish brown streaks inside of it and off to the left was a small cot with a thin sheet and a pillow with no case. Kendra thought to herself how anyone could live in such an environment. The only thing this girl had for a bed was a small cot sitting of to the left of the square room. A small girl, about sixteen years old, dressed in white tattered slacks and a filthy straight jacket, and hair that was pink with black strips and very messy, sat in an old metal chair in the middle of the room. Kendra shut the door behind her, trying to fight her looming fear of the young, skinny, ragtag girl sitting in front of her.

"Ms. Diza?" she called. No answer.

"Ms. Diza." She said a bit louder. Still no answer.

"Nicole?" she said questioningly.

"Jinx?" finally the girl spoke.

"That's more like it doctor. Nicole Diza is dead. She died a long time ago. It's Jinx now. Don't worry you won't be alive long enough to worry about that." Her back was still turned.

"Excuse me? What's that suppose to mean?" Asked Kendra.

"What do you think it means?" asked Jinx sarcastically.

"Why don't you turn around and at least acknowledge my presence." She moved her hand to Jinx's shoulder, but she grabbed it and shoved it away.

"Thank you doctor, but I prefer this position better." She said flatly.

"Wait, where's that sociologist that was sent in here to talk to you?" Asked Kendra.

Jinx lifted her left arm slowly and pointed her long pail index finger to her cot. Kendra had not noticed it before but there was a large lump on the bed that was covered by the sheet. She walked over to the bed and notice the lump had a blood spot on it. She lifted the covers and found a middle aged woman, with a frightened expression frozen on her face, as if she saw a ghost. Her eyes trailed down the women's body and saw a large incision hole with a piece of string protruding from it. Kendra tugged at the string slightly.

"Did you read my file doctor?" asked Jinx.

Kendra turned to the girl, but did not answer her question. She stood there and stared at the young girl.

"Did you read my file doctor?" Jinx asked again, keeping the same tone, "Did you read about all the little problems I have?"

Kendra gathered herself and spoke. "I read that you have a serious obsession with shiny objects such as diamonds. In fact one of the reasons you are here. You impaled a jeweler with hundreds of pieces of broken glass, and then robbed his store. You also killed twenty officers to protect your loot, and then you had a panic attack and tried to swallow the diamonds. You did swallow all the diamonds. Doctors say you have a case of pica, which is a form of eating disorder, where the patient eats inedible substances, such as metal, paper, or even diamonds. Unfortunately the human body can't digest diamonds. " Jinx let out a short giggle, which turned into roaring laughter.

"I-I don't have pica. I don't eat what I steal. How would I have any use for the diamonds if I ate them? No, no, no doctor. I only ate those diamonds to destroy the evidence that I stole them. Desperate; yes it was. Insane no it was not." Jinx explained.

"Yes, especially considering, there were five witnesses that identified you at the crime scene." Kendra added.

"Well…I guess I'll have to shut them up then before the trial." Jinx muttered to herself.

"Let's not also forget your in here because you have a drug addiction to pain killers and heroine. I have heard reports that you've been stealing injection needles full of morphine." Kendra added.

"By the way doctor you didn't find out what that string is attached too." Jinx added, a smile crossing her face, completely ignoring what the doctor said.

Kendra looked back at the body that lied on the cot, she had completely forgotten about it. She was curious about the string. She tugged at the string again and pulled from the dead women's wound a blood soaked, burlap bag. It was weighty, yet not heavy, so she opened it and spilled its contents on the cot next to the body. It was the stolen jewelry, which was mostly diamond rings and necklaces, almost all the jewelry had diamonds engraved on it. Kendra dropped the bag and jumped backwards, screaming. Then all of sudden a dark figure dropped down on her it was Jinx and she had a glass shank on her from the heist.

"Yeah doctor I lied about eating those diamonds, I actually stashed the real ones and ate grain salt which looked like diamonds." Said Jinx, with a smile. The last thing Kendra heard was her own screams and Jinx's psychotic laughter.

"Dr. Richards? Dr. Richards." Dr. Hartman called out. There was no answer behind the door. He quickly pulled out his spare access card and opened the door. The room was empty and all that stood in the room was a dark silhouette sitting in the middle of the room. Dr. Hartman walked into the room slowly, taking caution at each step. When he reached the silhouette he poked it with his index finger. It didn't respond. He poked it again only with more of a shoving motion and the silhouette fell to the floor. It was the body of Dr. Kendra Richard's, which had a broken piece of glass shoved into the area where her hart was located. Dr. Hartman covered his mouth with his hand in frightened disgust. Then he felt a drop of water hit his bald head. He wiped it away, only to notice it was blood. He looked up to where the drop came from and surely enough Jinx made him her next victim. Dr. Hartman's screams were silenced shortly after that.

Jinx left the room and made haste to the coat room to get her clothes. She dressed herself in a long sleeved pink and black shirt, a short dark purple jean mini skirt with pockets, black stalking, and leather lace-up boots. She dug through the pockets and pulled out black eye shadow and black lipstick. She painted her eyes all around then drew in tear drop like shapes down her eyes. Then she applied her black lipstick. Using her telekinetic powers she blew a large hole in the wall and walked through it.

The hospital security was rallied by the alarm; they searched the entire hospital and only found the three victims she slaughter and the huge hole she left in the coat room. The hospital security was put on full alert and even sent the dogs to find Jinx, but found nothing.

The rain was falling heavily in a feudal attempt to wash the city of its sins. She stood on the roof of a tall broken down building, overlooking the city she would bring havoc and chaos too. The rain washed over her face making the painted in tear lines droop slightly.

"Luck be a lady tonight." She said with a smile.