Shady Pines was shady in more ways than one - firstly, the patients. New York's craziest adolescents (aged 3-17) were crammed into a state facility. Few were doted upon as more than money rolling in to pay for their stays, and even fewer benefited from treatment.
Delilah Stone wasn't ordinary. She liked to color outside the lines. She liked to share her ice-cream cone with her dog. She liked to share a line of cocaine with a stranger.
Her body swung with the suggestion of hips as Delilah cut across the hallway, heading into the ever-so-pleasant cafeteria. Many tables were separated: the druggies at one, the schizoids at another..
She settled down at a table with an apple, tossing it between her. Being a newbie was hard anywhere. "Hey-" She called to a passerby, clicking her tongue passively and tugging her eyebrows upward.
"Sit?"
Delilah Stone wasn't ordinary. She liked to color outside the lines. She liked to share her ice-cream cone with her dog. She liked to share a line of cocaine with a stranger.
Her body swung with the suggestion of hips as Delilah cut across the hallway, heading into the ever-so-pleasant cafeteria. Many tables were separated: the druggies at one, the schizoids at another..
She settled down at a table with an apple, tossing it between her. Being a newbie was hard anywhere. "Hey-" She called to a passerby, clicking her tongue passively and tugging her eyebrows upward.
"Sit?"
June 23rd, 2014 at 12:31am