The hunchback doctor stared directly into my eyes. They were cold and hard, much like his facial features. He was sickly thin, made of bone and not much else. He and mother sat on one side of the room, and I on the other. Mother looked at me dejectedly. Her only child was insane. What a hit this must have been to her self-esteem. I didn't care. I wanted her to burn for bringing me here. 'Is this torture for you, mother? I hope you suffer like I shall.' I thought bitterly.
"Miss Dannielle," the doctor began. He stood, and walked over to where I sat. He extended a bony hand. "I'm Monsieur D'Arque. I will be your supervisor for the duration of your stay here. I also own this asylum." He smiled half-heartedly, and looked at his hand expectantly. I looked up at him and glared. He caught my eye, and glared right back down. His eyes were filled with a fiery hate. I shook my head, and he dropped his hand to his side. He turned to face my mother, and faked a smile. Chuckling darkly, he stated "My, my. We are quiet feisty, aren't we?" He patted my head. How derogatory. My mother nodded solemnly. "Yes. She can have quite the attitude when she chooses. Doctor D'Arque, I'd like to discuss her case with you.. Privately." She spat out the last word like it was burning a hole into her tongue. "Yes, madam. Let me show young Dannielle to her room." He picked up my luggage, nodded at me, and proceeded to walk out the door.
I stood and looked at my mother. Pulling out my pad and pencil, I scribbled a note quickly, tore it out of the book, and threw it in her direction. She picked it up, and read out loud, "Mother, if I could speak, I would lose my voice again screaming at you for bringing me here. I hate you. Don't come back for me." She looked up at me, and curtly said "I had no intentions of doing so." I held her gaze for a moment longer before I stormed out to follow the doctor.