Chapter Nine: Radley
"Miss. Smith, you have to talk these." The nurse said to the young girl sitting on the old bed in her bedroom at Radley Asylum. The girl takes the pills from the nurse and shallows them. The nurse checks to make sure she took them and leaves. As soon as the nurse leaves she spits out the pills and puts them in the little plastic bag under her pillow.
The girl was around fifteen and had long black hair and brown eyes. She was part of the game she knew. But why and what she was supposed to do is a question that needed to be answered. She laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. Maybe I do know. She thought. She couldn't remember anything since waking up here. The staff have been calling her Miss. Smith. They told her someone brought her here. Who ever that person was said she was walking around covered in blood and dirt.
She wishes she could remember. Who was she? Who are her parents? Her friends? Where is she from? So many questions, yet no one to answer them. She turns to her side and looks out the window. It was dark and raining outside. She loved the rain. The storm. Something about it made her feel alive. If she could she would go outside and stand in it. Letting the cold, wet rain hit her head, face, and arms, feel it as it rolled down her body and into the ground. To feel the mud underneath her feet.
She smiles. Soon. She thought. Soon you will be free to do just that.
A dark figure walks up to the back door of Radley. It was creaked opened a bit just like what was asked for. The figure walks inside and heads to Miss. Smith's room. The figure looks inside. the girl was sound asleep. The figure takes out the card that was stolen from one of the nurses and opens the door. It walks to the girls bed and gently take the bag of sleeping and other type of pills. The figure walk to the desk at the corner of the room.
The desk was covered in marching from when the figure was there. It ran their fingers along the markings. The figure reaching in it's pocket and takes out an envelope and puts it on the desk. The figures looks at the sleeping girl, "Sleep tight Mona. You are going to have a long day tomorrow."
