-Yumiko's Story. Part II-

She sat with her arms strapped over her tiny chest. She woke up in a straight jacket, and tears streamed down her small, porcine face. The room she was in was dark and padded with a florescent light above, but protected behind metal bars and plastic. She slowly started to stop her tears as she counted the dead flies in the light, and maybe two that pounced around fiercely in an attempt to escape.

Why could she relate herself to those flies? She had no idea why she was here. The big policeman said she had killed her mother and father, but there was no way she could recall. She remembered nothing what-so-ever of what happened weeks ago, and what happened minutes ago.

"I was in my room… with my doctor," she spoke to herself and half rocked back and forth. "In my room with my doctor." She tucked her knees up to her chest, the strap that connected the back of the jacket to the front that was positioned between the legs of the person made this position slightly painful, but she got over it. "I must remember. I must remember." It then dawned on her and she looked to the door with the small window in it, kick dents there near her height. "I can't remember." Tears started to stream down her face again, but she did not cry out. She knew she was here for a reason, but what? What had she done now?

This place was making her crazy.

It felt like hours later, and she heard her doctor's voice as well as a new one coming at her down the hall. That white hall that played happy music overhead that thoroughly annoyed a part of her to where she wanted to strangle the bastard that had decided on that particular radio station. They spoke in English, or her doctor did in broken English. She recalled what she had learned in school, and could at least understand that this man wanted to see her. She scooted as close as she could to the door, listening in.

"It's something ah can understand. She'll be well in mah capable hands," the stranger said.

"Den don't say ya din't warn yu," she heard her doctor say. "And as requested, 'ere is deh most recent tape of our season."

There was then clicking at the huge metal door, but then it stopped. "Juust one questton." Yumiko did not hear the stranger reply so she assumed that he nodded as her doctor continued. "Hoow is it yu plan oonn 'elping hheer? Medication dosen't woorkk well ore at all on tis one."

"Oh, ah have a way," the stranger answered and the door opened. Yumiko was laying on her side, her bangs as well as other strands of hair sticking to her face and neck, thanks to her crying. She saw two pairs of legs in front of her; the kaki material and shade of her doctors' legs, and then black. The pair of legs with black pants on had shiny shoes. Not overly polished or shined, but looked tasteful.

She gazed upward. She knew only some English and this was the only way she could really understand them, though not reply clearly. It seemed like they stood there for hours, and the stranger took bold steps forward, and she blacked out again.

End Chaptr IV.

Sorry of the shortness here. Go to the next chaper and thanks for reading!