Harriet sat in her cell. She, again was put into solitary. "It's all that woman's fault," she thought to no one in particular, "She had no business trying to steal my gallop!"
In her grimy hands she held a white horse browned from the dirt of the floors and anything really. The mental institution was a mess in itself.
Almost everyone there had lice, not many clean clothes were assigned, and the people there were either neglected or subjected to experiments by their doctor. The word "care" was thrown around uselessly there. It wasn't the caring loving place that her parents described. It was completely the opposite.
It was pure evil.
Of course that sounds redundant, because evil is not usually described as pure or anything like that, but so was the life of this abandoned mental patient.
But was she really sick so the doctors say? Just because she was unresponsive and mute? They just threw a human life away because they didn't know how to deal with it, and gave a child a fake disease.
And with every disease there is a medicine, making the child even more mute and unresponsive. There they kept her, and there the couple forgot her.
There were less visits, less smiles, less happiness.