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Sally was many things. Yes, she was a murderer. Yes, she was a drug addict. Yes, she did have abandonment issues. Sally McKenna was a number of things, but a quitter? Never. She was a fighter with a biting tongue and tendency to lean towards hallucinogens as a form of escape. But Sally was not crazy, and even if she was, she didn't give a damn. She was insane? So be it. Sally could accept that. But she did not need help from anyone. She had decided long ago that there was nothing wrong with her that she couldn't sort out herself.
Needless to say, when the woman in the apartment under hers called the cops on her, she was pissed. Her narcotics were taken away and two men in uniforms came for her. Kicking and screaming, biting scratching, she refused to let them take her. She stabbed one of the men's eyes with a butter knife before she was tranquilized and carted away in a van and brought upstate.
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"Ah shit," was the first sentence that left Sally McKenna's mouth as she stared up at the building in front of her.
Briarcliff. She had seen pictures of this hell hole in the papers. Nothing good would come to anyone who had the misfortune to be placed here.
"Alright, let's move this along," the burly driver hustled her into the ominous building, occasionally prodding her back with a meaty finger.
She walked into the lobby reluctantly, a scowl on her face. Another man, possibly a security guard, took her from the driver and led her to an office. Reading the name on the door, Sally rolled her eyes. Sister Jude. So this establishment was run by nuns. As a child, the junkie had gone to a Christian school. It seemed that every nun there despised her very being. The man pushed her into the room, abruptly cutting off her thoughts as she stumbled to sit in the chair stationed across from a desk in the center of the room.
