True Potential
Chapter 4
A/N: I've been disappointed to see that I have had 56 hits and only 3 reviews, all from the same person. Please, if you read my story, review. It only takes a second and I would really like to know how everybody else is finding my story. Please review if you are reading this now, I'd really appreciate it, and I'm quite fun, I send an email to you thanking etc and just chatting. But then again, that might freak you out. Oh well, this note is getting longer than the chapter, on with the story….
Natasha sat on the hard plastic chair, Dr Jenkins sat opposite her. The doctor was fairly old, in his 40s. He had a bald patch on the top of his head, and wore round glasses. So far he'd been fairly nice to her, but now he was staring to annoy her.
"Tell me Natasha, once more, what you told your mother."
"I am a potential slayer. I have to go to California to meet up with the slayer and the rest of the potentials."
"And why do you have to go to California?"
"I, I'm not sure. Mr Giles said I had to."
"Who is this Mr Giles?"
"A man, he's Buffy's watcher."
"And who is Buffy."
"The vampire slayer." Natasha said, for the fifth time, feeling rather bored and annoyed.
She fiddled with the bottom of her black Green Day shirt.
"Thank you, I shall return in a moment." The doctor said, putting his clipboard on his chair and going outside to consult Natasha's parents.
Once he was out the door, Natasha picked up his clipboard. There were very few notes, but the ones that there were mainly said things like:
"The girl thinks she's some sort of hero."
"She seems to have created a number of fictional characters to aid her story."
And the worst, "Natasha seems to have the symptoms of some of our schizophrenic patients in the clinic. Maybe she should undergo some treatment?"
"Oh my god the stupid bloody idiot, I don't need treatment. I'm so not cuckoo." Natasha said, out loud. Unfortunately, the doctor walked in at that moment.
"Who are you talking to Natasha?"
"Nobody, I didn't say anything."
The doctor picked up his clipboard and scribbled something down.
'Natasha seems to talk to herself and then claim she said nothing at all. I bet that's what the stupid twit wrote.'
Natasha's parents came into the room and sat down opposite their daughter. Her mother had clearly just been crying.
"Nattie, baby, the doctor thinks you may need treatment." Mathew told his daughter.
"I don't need anything. I'm telling the truth!"
"Why are you lying to us?" Her mother screamed, "Why can't you stop being childish, why can't I have a normal daughter? You won't wear the nice clothes I buy you, you never talk to me, and what about that lovely Alana, she tries to be your friend and you just blow her off for those idiotic Goths and rebels you call your friends!"
"Shut up mother, just because you used to be a popular girl who bitched about everybody and dressed like a slag doesn't mean I am."
Mrs Davies broke out into a fresh set of tears. It didn't hurt Natasha to see her mother cry. She was almost enjoying it, because her parents wouldn't believe her."
The doctor stood in front of Natasha.
"We're going to keep you in overnight Natasha, if you'll come with me, I can show you your room."
Natasha stood up and followed him, without looking back to her parents. The doctor led her into a room. The walls were painted white and the floor was covered with white tiles. There was a large white bed with wheels on the bottom in the middle of the room. There were straps on the bed, obviously for when patients got out of hand. The doctor handed Natasha a pair of white trousers and a white t-shirt.
"Can you put these on please Natasha; I'll be back in five minutes."
Natasha took the clothes off him, and waited for him to close the door behind him. She heard him lock it. She threw the clothes on the floor and headed to the window. The view was nothing special. A garden full of grass, with a few insane people dotted here and there, that's how it looked to her. She sat on the window ledge and looked up at the sky. This was going to be a long night, she could tell.
Before she knew it, the doctor was back in the room, with a young nurse with red hair.
"Natasha, this is Nurse Mullens. She's going to get you dressed and talk to you. I'll see you in the morning." The doctor said, going back out of the room and again, locking it.
"Natasha, will you come over here please?"
"Bugger off and leave me alone. I'm fine as I am thanks."
"Natasha, I need you to change into these clothes. Would you like my help?"
Natasha carried on looking out of the window. Nurse Mullens walked over to her, the clothes in her hand.
"Turn to face me, please."
Natasha sighed and turned. The nurse lifted Natasha's arms in the air. Natasha flopped them back to her side. Again, the nurse lifted her arms up. Yet again, Natasha put her arms back down.
"Will you please let me dress you?" The nurse snapped.
"Fine." Natasha spat back.
The nurse lifted the girl's arms in the air again, and pulled her shirt over her head. She forced the white shirt over the girls head and pulled it down.
"Stand up please."
Natasha did as she was told. The nurse undid her jeans and pulled them down. She held the trousers out for Natasha to step into. She did just this. The nurse pulled the trousers up and stood back to examine her work.
"See that was easy wasn't it?" She said, picking Natasha's clothes up off the floor.
"I guess so."
"The doctor wants you to remove any jewellery, make-up or hair accessories now."
Natasha pulled off her thumb ring and took out her hoop earrings. She put them down on the bed. The nurse picked them up and put them in her pocket. She then took her bobble out and shook her hair loose.
"Come here, you have eyeliner on." The nurse said. She licked a cotton bud and wiped the make-up off. "There we are, all sorted. Now if you sit here, I'll be back in a moment to take you to the patients lounge.
'Oh great, I get to spend time with a bunch of insane people when I could be at home watching the OC.'
To be continued…..
Hope you all liked that one; it was longer than I expected. Once I got going I couldn't stop!