Ok so I don't know where I got this idea from. I don't own anything! n.n
Prologue: Kagome's POV
My day started out as usual at 10 p.m. I had the night shift at Fukai Mori Psychiatric Asylum. I got up, showered and dressed in my white uniform. I loved my job. I loved caring for those who were left alone. My shift started at 11 p.m. and ended at 10 a.m. I hated sleeping at day so I could be awake at night. It made me feel like a vampire. But seeing the smiling faces of the patients made it worth it. Well, that and the fact that a young, single woman in the early forties was looked down upon and expected to be married or something. I had to beg for the job.
I yawned putting my nurse's cap on. I walked up the stairs of the building and used my card to get in. Upon entering the doors, I was greeted by my friend Sango who was eating peanuts. She looked dazed, just sitting at the desk staring at the wall. "Sango are you ok?" I asked setting my purse down and punching in. "We got a new one." I eyed her as I signed in. "Sango they are people not objects. We got a new patient." Sango shook her head making her bun shake as well. She handed me a file. "Just see for yourself." At that moment we heard a scream coming from upstairs. "Seems like it's time for Mr. Sho's pills." I said. She nodded and took two white pills in a small plastic cup and a larger cup for water. "I'll be baaaaack." she sang walking to the stairs. I rolled my eyes and opened the file. I gasped and sat on the chair where Sango had been sitting. Staring back was a picture of a young girl. She looked no older than nine. She was wearing a white dress. Her hair was straight down. It looked like a curtain of black silk. She looked so pretty and so terrified. It was like a one of those spooky pictures hanging in fun houses at the carnival.
"Hoshiko Rin." I looked up at Sango. "She was born August 23, 1928. Her father killed himself and her mother remarried. Apparently she was prettier than the rest of her siblings so her step-father sent her to one of those Magdalene Laundries. She spent seven years there until she started screaming at night. So they sent her here." Sango leaned on the desk. "Poor thing." I whispered. Sango nodded. "She is severely malnourished and it appears that she has arthritis in her hands." My head shot up at this. How could a child suffer so much? "Kagome…" her brown eyes wandered to the desk. "She has also been abused… sexually." I gasped. "She won't talk. She won't eat. Her evaluation says she's schizophrenic." My eyes went back to the picture to the floor. "What are you looking for?" she asked coming to the other side. "Were there more than one picture in this?" I asked putting the file down. "No. At least not that I know of. Why?" I frowned handing her the file. "It looks different." She opened the file and took out the picture. "I don't see a difference." she said as her brown eyes moved around the picture. She handed it to me. "I think working here is starting to affect you." she said smiling. I giggled nervously. "Yea. Maybe you're right." My eyes wandered back to the picture. It was still the same little girl with the same dress and the same hair. But her face… There was something… Missing. I reached for Sango's white skirt and tugged like a child. "Look! Here it is! Her eyes. Her eyes are different. And- and her smile. She wasn't smiling before." I exclaimed pointing to the picture. Sango laughed. "You're acting like a child who just saw a toy Kagome!" she said grabbing a syringe. I pouted and looked at the back of the picture. "August 20, 1936." I whispered. I looked once again at the picture and I screamed. Sango put her hand over my mouth. "Shh! Don't wake the patients up." I looked at her with terror. "What's wrong?" I picked up the picture with trembling hands. "Sango I swear I saw blood on it. Like she was crying blood. And it was moving like-like-like she was hanged!" I whimpered. Sango frowned. "I think you should go home Kagome. This new girl is getting to you." She took the picture and the file and placed it in the file cabinet then she walked away. I scurried behind her and grabbed onto her clothes. She didn't say anything as I clung to her.
I new exactly where she was going. Room 37A. It was the room where an 84 year old woman was. She would be waking up at any moment now and scream obscenities as loud as she could unless we gave her a tranquilizer. Just as we were passing room 35A I got a chill. I stopped and looked at the door. It was just like all the others; a white door that locked on the outside with a small rectangular window at the top. I neared the door and peaked inside but the room was too dark to see anything. "Kagome?" whispered my companion. I looked at her as she neared me and we both looked inside. A red flash startled us and she nearly dropped the small glass that held the calming liquid. "What was that?!" This time I knew she saw what I saw. "This is her room… isn't it?" I asked Sango who was pressed against the opposite wall. She nodded and gulped "See? I'm not crazy!" I hissed. I looked at the door afraid to go near it again. Suddenly the lights flickered above us and I heard Sango chuckle nervously. "C-Come on. Mrs. Tamashi will be waking up the whole place if we don't hurry." She took my hand but I didn't budge. "Sango something is in there. And don't say otherwise because you saw it just as I did! What if something happens to-" The light above us exploded sending millions of tiny glass fragments flying everywhere. Sango ran and pulled me with her. "Ok. We need to calm down. It probably just overheated or something." Sango was a strong woman who would never be kicked around by anyone and her voice was trying to sound brave. I knew she was trying to reassure me and it would have worked if it wasn't for the quivering that was evident in her soothing voice. Just then we heard moaning coming from inside the room. "Stupid bitch!" Sango sighed and opened the door to 37A. I looked at the door that was now in slight darkness and felt a shiver go up my spine. Never in my two and a half years of working in this place had I been so scared. "Get away from me bitch!" I looked at the old woman strapped to the bed and walked in closing the door behind me.
So what did you think? Keep or delete? This is only the beginning and the rest will be crazy. My goal with this story is to get people to see inside a schizophrenic's mind and how awful it could be. On another note Magdalene Laundries did exist. Girls were sent to these laundries that were run by nuns for many reasons like 1) they were raped 2) they had a child before marriage 3) the families simply didn't want them or like in Rin's case, they were too pretty and were considered temptresses. There's a movie about girls with these problems called The Magdalene Sisters. Anyways! Please R&R and let me know if I should continue or if it's a dead end n.n
