She felt for the lock in the dark. Her hands brushed the cool metal unexpectedly, causing her to momentarily recoil. Her fingers found the lock again, a thin hairclip held between the fingers of her other hand.
Susan couldn't believe she was back here, but she had been here so often that even opening the lock to her cell was nothing more than a mindless chore. It had been difficult the first few times, before she had learnt the skills to lock pick in the dark. Susan had only basic skills before, enough to get herself out of her room when her aunt locked it because of her 'sleepwalking' – it never was the sleepwalking that took her out of her bed late at night.
But no one knew of the urgings that ran through her mind to possess what wasn't hers, the itching in her hands when her eyes met something she liked but didn't have. Susan couldn't help it. She couldn't help the was her hands curled around things, when her arm didn't bother putting the item back, rather slipping it into a pocket or her bag, She never realised that she did it until she was long gone, in the comfort of her own room.
Not even the garden managed to evoke the least bit of sympathy from her. The most beautiful flowers were cut from their plants, and taken to her room only to wither and die a few days after because she didn't know how to care for them.
The locks had been a recent addition, one she had suggested herself in an effort to curb her own tendencies. They didn't work, though, not that her aunt knew that. Susan preferred her aunt to live without the knowledge of her tendencies. It was better that way.
Written for October Event: Bingo [23 - possess]
Written for The Sims 3 Progression Challenge [Kleptomaniac]
Written for Pokemon Journey: Evoke, Mindless, Garden, She felt for the lock in the dark