Do You Think I Deserve This? Closed.

[@Decimate the stars. sorry, didn't have a laptop to post lately QQ But I have one now, so I'll be checking every day. :3]

Michael lied in his bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing to God-if there ever was one- that Marie was safe. He no longer cared about his well being, he only wanted Marie to be safe. He felt tears sting his eyes and gently roll down his face, he wasn't sure what was going to happen tomorrow at the session, he only prayed that he would be well enough to see Marie again.

Scarlett walked into her office and shut the door, "Good morning, Michael, I hope you slept well last night, I know I did," she smiled and sat in her chair. Now then, to talk about this week, anything new you have to share with me, or are you still fucking that girl behind my back and thinking I don't know what you two are doing?" She glared at him, and he shrunk as far into the couch as he could go. "Nothing to account for ma'am, you seem to already know everything about me, so why would you even bother asking me?" He regretted his words after they came out of his mouth, and braced himself for the hit he knew was soon to follow, but there was nothing, Scarlett was only smiling while she sat in her chair, she knew that doing nothing, was far worse punishment, but she would never tell him that. "Well, I see someone has some spark in them, anyways, if you ever cross me again, or think I don't know what either are you doing behind my back, you are sorely mistaken, and you will never be found again. Am I making myself clear?" Her voice was more harsh than a serpents tongue. Michael was too petrified to say anything back, he simply nodded his head, and looked down at his knees, not wanting it anger her more than she already was, even if she didn't show it.

[ @ Emily Zola - it's okay, I'm sorry it took so long for me to reply, I haven't felt up to role-playing on here lately, but I should be here more often now. Also, I'm going to skip a few days of Marie being locked away, I hope it's okay with you. ]

Marie stared blankly at the ceiling, her face expressionless. She was broken, almost entirely gone. Her mind was calm, her thoughts weren't racing anymore, she was pretty much just there. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone, the nurses who came to give her her medication never said anything to her anyways, so why bother saying anything to them? She closed her eyes after a few moments and tried to picture herself in a different place, a small cottage far away from the asylum, with Michael, safe and sound. She smiled just slightly but it faded once she snapped back into reality, a knock on the door bringing her back. She sat up slowly, unable to move very quickly due to how weak she was. Everyone forgot about feeding her, and she only got water when she was given her medication anyways. She knew that it was too late in the afternoon for the nurses to come, so she wasn't entirely sure what was going on. She swallowed hard, biting down lightly on her lip as she scooted back into the corner of the room, watching the door with wide eyes.

Scarlett walked into Maries room, she wandered around her room, looking up and down, as if she was searching for her secret stash, like she was going to find some kind of evidence to lock her in this room, and never let her out again. She stopped at the small window and looked out at the sky, "You know why I locked you in your room, don't you? Do you understand why I do the things I do? If you think it's because I care, then you are sorely mistaken. If you think it's because I have nothing else to do with my time, you are also mistaken. I do this, to show everyone who is the boss around here, and when people starting crossing me, as you two have done, it makes me seem weak. And when I look weak, I lose my job, and you know what would happen to you if I lost my job?" She looked over ate Marie with her piercing blue eyes.

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Marie kept her eyes glued to Scarlett with every movement she made, her entire body as tense as she could possibly get it, her breathing a bit uneven. She listened to the woman speak, not saying a word to her, not caring enough to speak at the moment. She could care less if Scarlett lost her job, that only meant that Michael and herself would be safer. She shook her head slightly when Scarlett finished speaking, swallowing thickly at the looks she was receiving, but remained silent.

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[[I am sooooooo sorry, I had a lot of family issues going on, and it got really crazy. QQ]]

Scarlett slowly walked back to Marie, "Unless you want those things to happen to you, I would permit you pay attention to what you do, and whom you cross. Because when I'm gone, you know who will be taking care of you, and if you think I'm bad, just you wait until he gets a hold on you." By this time, Scarlett was an inch from Marie's face.

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Marie groaned softly and tried to shift herself away from Scarlett, feeling completely uncomfortable even being in the same room with her, but she was too weak to even make an attempt at getting to the door. She shifted her gaze to her hands and frowned faintly as she listened to the woman speaking in harsh tones, her small frame beginning to tremble with terror, and she slowly nodded her head as she pressed further into the corner of the room. "I understand, Miss Scarlett. I'll behave from now on, I promise." Maried looked up at her again, a faint frown still evident on her lips but obvious obedience in her eyes. Scarlett had done it, she had finally broke the girl down.

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Scarlett stood there a moment longer, basking in the glory of finally breaking her little toy. Scarlett felt like when she was a child again, catching butterflies and ripping their wings off and watching them try to escape her grasp, knowing full well that they were going to die, they wanted to die, but Scarlett kept them alive, and just laughed at their pain. This was better though, she finally broke a human down, watching her squirm, wishing she could escape, or worse, just die. But, Scarlett wouldn't let that happen.

Scarlett began to laugh, "You are so weak and pitiful,makes me laugh, how pathetic." She continued laughing and she walked out the door, slamming it behind her.

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Little Marie had no idea what to think of the older female's response. She furrowed her brows as the door slammed in her face once again and she drew in a shaky breath before crawling over and curling up against it. She started digging into her wrists, desperate for an escape and at this point, even death sounded like an alright exit. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the doorway as the skin broke beneath her nails, making her hiss and whine out in pain for a short second before quieting down.

Michael paced his room, making yet another circle. He'd lost count at this point, knowing he was well over 200. He hadn't seen Marie in weeks, and he couldn't handle it. He didn't even know I she was alive anymore, or okay at all. He grabbed a book off of the bed and tossed it at the door, a scream of frustration passing his lips. He'd been refusing to take his medicine; simply taking it and holding it in his mouth til the nurse had left so he could get rid of it. The voices were back, and they were worse than ever.

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Scarlett wreathed with anger, it poured from her pores like water through a drain pipe. She couldn't control her anger any longer she felt it was time to give Michael another visit. But, she didn't know what she could possibly do to him that she hasn't done before. She thought long and hard before she even stepped near his door, when suddenly, it struck her. She knew exactly what to do to make him wish he was dead.
She swiftly walked to her office and unlocked "The Cupboard of Toys" as she so gleefully loves to call it. The old door squeaked open on its old rusty hinges, she pulled out what looked like an old treasure trove-The kind someone would keep sweet, precious memories in. She shuffled through its contents, looking for something specific, and Heretic's fork. This simple little doubled sided probed fork would work perfectly for what she had planned for him.
She hid the fork in her pocket, and calmly walked toward Michael's door. She began to unlock his door, which she knew how Michael would react, so she tried to make it as loud as she possibly could, to really get his blood pumping. She slowly opened the door to his room and crept in. "Hello, Michael," she spoke with benevolence in her voice, she could see Michael tense up as she spoke. "I have a little surprise for you, and, I don't know about you, but I think that it is a wonderful surprise myself, and I hope you will enjoy it almost as much as I will enjoy giving it to you. Please, take a seat on your chair." She had her old, false smile on, the one that the patients could finally see through, but to outsiders, she seems genuinely nice.