Authors Note

And we're back!

Disclamer: we don't own pjo even thougt that would be awesome. I'm not a very good writer so I do this instead.

Chapter 8

I'm reunited with my captured sister

"Malory? Are you Ok?" I asked.

"GO AWAY!" she yelled, "Leave me alone."

I wished I could go away. "OK, ok," I said trying to be soothing, even though I thought I was going to lose it too. "I'll leave you alone."

I sat silently while Malory sobbed, hiding her face by sinking her nose into the pad on the wall. She whimpered and hit her head into the cushion repeatedly. I wondered why, but I did not wonder if she was okay because I knew she wasn't.

"I'm sorry," I said.

She didn't answer. Instead she rolled onto her back and screamed curses like she was possessed by the devil. Her blond hair fell in front of her face making look like a rabid beast. She sounded like she was in so much pain.

When she calmed down about a half hour later, (That's like two hours for a ten year old.) she seemed like a zombie, dazed, confused, moving only out of reflex, and looking half dead. Her eyes were red, her face was blotchy, and her voice was horse. "We have to escape," she muttered, her voice wasn't louder than a whisper.

At that moment, we heard a soft knock on the door. Then the turning of the lock and then, it opened.

Tipsophone and Albert stood there holding Bianca by the arms.

Albert hissed, "There now, you see your brother. Happy? Will you calm down?"

"No!"

"Bianca!" I exclaimed overjoyed and worried. "What's going on? "

"She's been fretting about you for days," Albert directed this statement at me as if it was my fault that he locked me in here.

"It's been days?" I asked. I lose track of time a lot, but I've never lost track of days. Then again, this cell had no windows so Malory and I couldn't see the light of day. We had no way of knowing how much time had passed.

"Yes, it's been days and that's not healthy to worry so much, so we'll have to do something, for her own good," said Albert.

" No, I have to stay with my brother to make sure he's ok," she protested.

"He's none of your concern. We'll care for him. Now come with me, you insufferable girl!" growled Tipsiphone.

Then she slammed and locked the heavy door with her free hand.

"BIANCA! NON LASCIARMI!" I called.

Then there was silence. Well, not really. There's never silence in an asylum. There's always a person screaming somewhere. Now Bianca was among them.

Malory just sat there and watched like this was typical. I suppose it was, for her anyway. She's been here for quite some time. She'd probably seen many people come into this asylum and maybe they got moved around a lot, but I doubted they could ever leave. Once you come into the asylum, you'll never leave. This must be what hell is like.

Among the shrieks of the mad, Bianca's was the loudest. (This was a moment I'd never forget.)

Then I panicked, "What's happening to my sister?! What's happening to her?! I need to know!"

"She's…-" Malory seemed like she wanted to say 'She'll be OK' but that wouldn't help at a time like this so instead she said, "They are going to give her electric shock therapy."

"My sister is in the hands of armature physiatrists!" I wailed.

"They did the same to you, and you're still ok," she pointed out. , "They did it to me when I was severely depressed and it actually helped me!"

"It did?"

"Yeah, but I don't think that it should be done unless it's necessary because the side effects range from memory loss, to speech impairment, to paralysis in certain parts of the body," She said calmly

"Is it necessary?"

"I don't know I'm not a physiatrist- not even an armature. Just because I've been here a long time doesn't mean I know everything about phycology"

I guess that she thought that knowing the details might make me feel more secure and it ,did a little, but it made me worry more about what was going to happen to Bianca.

I didn't want her to be paralyzed or unable to speak. The thought was….unthinkable!.