Chapter 3: Fairfield
Darien and Bobby abandoned the van that was parked in the large lot of Fairfield. The outlook of the building was beautiful. A park was built across from it, letting patients relax in its sanctuary. That was where Sydney was at, sitting on a bench gazing at the scenery. She smiled as she observed ducks scamper in the pond in front of her. The girl then shifted to her wrists, where they were wrapped in bandages.
Her thoughts flashbacked to the nights of her suicide attempt. Why didn't she turn the music down? The woman would have been in a safer and happier place than she was now. Sid felt like an infant, hating the nurses in the insane asylum. Her grin faded into a frown when one of the attendants of the asylum stopped by her.
"Syd, there's people who wish to talk to you." The nurse replied.
The female rolled her eyes and met up with the two federal agents. She noticed that the tall and mysterious one was very good looking. It was a shame that he was a lot older than her.
"Hello, Sydney. I'm Agent Bobby Hobbes and this is my partner Darien Fawkes. We're from the Bureau of Health and Human Services; we would like to ask you a couple of questions." The paranoid male revealed his badge to the girl.
"What kind of questions?" Syd said, staring both of them down with her evil glare.
"About the medication you're taking." Darien said to her, sitting down next to the teenager on the bench.
"If you're thinking I'm using them illegally, I'm not. I have a prescription from my doctor."
"No, no that. The meds were recalled and we were told to retrieve them from their customers."
"I would have heard it on the news, but I didn't."
"Ms, you're aunt and uncle are here to pick you up." The same nurse that confronted her previously informed Sydney.
"Thank you." She nodded to the woman and then resumed her talk to the two agents, "Look, I would love to help you but I've got to be going."
She left the two behind as she walked to the building, with the company of nurses. Both Darien and Bobby exchanged suspicious looks.
"Thinking what I'm thinking, Hobbes." Fawkes grinned mischievously.
"Yep, partner. Do the little Casper trick."
The familiar feeling of invisibility clutched Darien with chilling intensity. That was when he became invisible to the naked eye. Once invisible, he followed the woman, who was in the middle of a conversation to her directed audience. They were two older people, one male and the other a female. Fawkes gathered that this must have been her relatives that were picking her up.
"Are you all ready, Syd?" The older woman inquired.
"Yep."
The trio opened the car doors and climbed inside, including Fawkes, who sat across from her in the passenger's seat. The group made their way "home" or otherwise known as hell for Sydney. Her misery had just begun, she had a feeling that her freedom would be severely limited for her.