ʟᴏᴜɪsᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ
They stopped giving me shock therapy when they saw it wasn't improving my condition, only causing me to grow more reclusive. Even though I knew it was the doctor calling the shots it didn't stop Louise from threatening me with it whenever she got bitching about something.
Some days ago was my last day of the treatment. Today Louise was attempting to give me my medicine. I didn't feel like taking them.
She kneeled over me, one grubby hand squeezing my locked jaw to force it open her other holding the pills. "Open your mouth — or I'll tell the doctor you need more treatment!" Louise hissed in my ear. The pads of her fingers navigated to my lips, trying a different angle by using both her hands to attempt and pry my mouth open. I twisted my head, shaking her hands off.
"That's it!" She growled. The pills were thrown at me, assaulting my face with sharp pricks. "I won't deal with this anymore."
Louise turned brusquely and pushed the cart from the room. She didn't return in the evening or the next day.