Blue Eyes
Disclaimer: I don't own Otto.
Notes: Don't ask. Just, don't ask.
Begin Story
He was almost done. The treatments, therapy, medication and counseling, it was nearing it's end. He had gone to prison and been given a trial. They found him innocent by mental illness and default. He went to a high security home for recovering criminals who were only guilty by a mental illness.
And now, he was near the end.
Now, he was at Kingswood.
A small hospital/home for people who were almost ready for the world again. The doctors and nurses said they were proud of him. He had been the worst case yet he was doing the best. He answered the questions he was asked, he took his medication, and he was civil with the other patients.
Kingswood was very different then other hospitals. One hall was male and the other was female. He himself had always thought that dangerous. Seeing as some of the patients were quite young.
His roommate was a man named Neil. The unshaven man was just barely two years older then him. He could recognize all the other patients in this hall. Everybody here could.
From what he knew, Neil had ripped out the throat of his sister and her husband during a psychotic episode. Another man he was familiar with was Byron. A 34 year old black man who had cut open his mother's head and eaten a portion of her brain.
As fascinating and gruesome as these fellows were, he himself was most interested in her.
She was the youngest resident of this ward. Only of the delicate age of 15. She never spoke to anyone, always quietly staring at everyone from behind her stringy light colored bangs. In group therapy she was the only one who never spoke. She always sat with her chin resting on her hands and stared at whoever spoke with an intensity that belonged nowhere in such a young person.
From the doctors and nurses everyone had learned her name was Angie. She had killed her mother and stepfather by brutally stabbing them to death.
Her stare always intensified when he was answering questions from the shrink. But, when he spoke, everyone listened. They wanted to hear about his past. About his now long gone and still beautiful arms. But this girl, this intense young girl she seemed to stare straight into his soul. And she never spoke to him. Just watched and never commented. Her pale blue eyes staring at him constantly.
But one day when the female doctor turned to her, she spoke.
"Are you going to talk with us today, Angie?"
A pause followed the query.
"No? Alright dear. We'll move on to Byron…"
"I'll talk."
Her voice was soft and almost devoid of emotion. She stared up at the older woman with those intense fiery frost eyes. Her voice was almost hoarse from lack of use.
The doctor looked surprised and hesitant. Most likely wondering if this change in behavior was a break though or a warning sign.
"Alright. What do want to tell us? Or would you prefer a question?"
Angie stared at the woman. Her blue eyes burning straight into her.
"I was eight."
She paused and he leaned forward to watch her. Wondering what she would reveal.
"Mom took me to the beach on the lake. My dad took my brother fishing. Momma was talking with some other women and I was playing with some of the older kids. That's what I always did. I played with big kids and made them laugh.
One of the older ones. His name was Nick. He was about my age now. He asked me to come see something with him in the woods. Momma wasn't watching and I went with him."
She paused again. And he leaned back in his chair. He knew what must have been coming next. No wonder the child was so cold.
"What did he do?"
He suddenly had the strange urge to yell at the woman. Did she have to drag this out for the girl? She was so young; she was finally opening up. She was going to torture the poor child.
But he didn't make any reaction. He merely watched.
"He put his hands under my swim suit. He pushed me up against a tree. He kept touching me and he held my hands above my head. He pulled the top part of my suit down and put his mouth on my chest."
"Then what?"
Another pause. Her eyes intense look grew once again.
"He pulled his trunks down. He let my hands go and told me to touch him."
Inwardly he winced. Such a horrible thing for a child to have to endure.
"Did you?"
"No. He got mad. He made me lay down on the ground in the dirt. It was cold and he pulled the rest of my suit off. He pushed my legs apart and put his hand over my mouth."
"Then what happened? Did he rape you?"
Another pause. But this time, she didn't answer. She had closed again.
The doctor sighed and put her pen down.
"Alright. Who wants to talk next? How about you Otto? You're always very open."
And he talked. He told this woman about his over bearing mother. About his drunkard abusive father. And she nodded and the girl stared. Always staring. Face pale and blank but her eyes always blazing cold.
This girl hadn't just been raped. There was more, much more. More then he or anyone else could imagine. But she almost never spoke, and he would be out in a couple of weeks or so. Therefor, he might not be her to hear it.
Maybe he could refuse to take his medication. Or find a reason to hit Neil. He wanted to learn about this child. Learn what had made her so blistering cold. He could talk to her. They always had a movie night on Friday. He could sit down in her corner with her and speak to her.
He wanted to stay and learn about her.
He could wait to get out. The real world wasn't safe like this anyway. He just had to do something to make them keep him for a while.
"I want my arms back."
End of Chapter?
If you guys like this, I will update if I get at least ten good reviews. I have started the next chapter for Make Me Feel but it won't be finished for a while. And in case anyone is wondering. Yes, Angie is me. I have never killed anyone, but there was a Nick.
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