Status: Finished
Imperfect
Arrival
They tied me down until I stopped fighting. Then a smiling young nurse came in. She couldn’t have been much older than Annalise.
“Hi, Belle. I’m Victoria, but please, call me Vicky,” she told me, undoing the straps that held me down. I could’ve knocked her over and run, but that would’ve been dumb.
I would never be let out if I did that. Instead, I smiled at her. “Nice to meet you.” I’m not stupid. I know the more normal I seemed, the sooner I would get out.
If Vicky was surprised by my calmness, she didn’t show it. “I’ll be your friend during your stay here. Let me show you your room.”
My bags had already been moved into the small, stark room I occupied. “You’ll be sleeping here every night, and if you want you can spend free time here.”
Vicky smiled, but then her face grew serious. “You’re not on file as a cutter, violent, or eating disorder, so a few extra objects are allowed. But, if we catch you doing anything harmful, everything will be taken away.”
“I understand. Can I write to my family now?” “Sure.” She presented a pen and paper, than set to watch me. My letter was short.
Dear Paul and Anna,
I hate you, and I hope that hurts you. I thought you were my siblings, that I could trust you, but clearly I was wrong. You’re too weak to fight for me and now I’m trapped here. Please know that I never want to see you again and I won’t let you visit me.
I hate you both,
Belle
I handed Vicky the letter. “I have to read this, Belle. Sorry.” I shrugged. When she finished she looked up at me.
“Are you sure you want to send this?” “Yes. And don’t let them write back.” I turned away from her and studied the room.
I wouldn’t be allowed to decorate, but maybe I could make it my own. “Do we have dinner soon?” “In ten minutes,” she answered, already leading me to the dining room.
“Hi, Belle. I’m Victoria, but please, call me Vicky,” she told me, undoing the straps that held me down. I could’ve knocked her over and run, but that would’ve been dumb.
I would never be let out if I did that. Instead, I smiled at her. “Nice to meet you.” I’m not stupid. I know the more normal I seemed, the sooner I would get out.
If Vicky was surprised by my calmness, she didn’t show it. “I’ll be your friend during your stay here. Let me show you your room.”
My bags had already been moved into the small, stark room I occupied. “You’ll be sleeping here every night, and if you want you can spend free time here.”
Vicky smiled, but then her face grew serious. “You’re not on file as a cutter, violent, or eating disorder, so a few extra objects are allowed. But, if we catch you doing anything harmful, everything will be taken away.”
“I understand. Can I write to my family now?” “Sure.” She presented a pen and paper, than set to watch me. My letter was short.
Dear Paul and Anna,
I hate you, and I hope that hurts you. I thought you were my siblings, that I could trust you, but clearly I was wrong. You’re too weak to fight for me and now I’m trapped here. Please know that I never want to see you again and I won’t let you visit me.
I hate you both,
Belle
I handed Vicky the letter. “I have to read this, Belle. Sorry.” I shrugged. When she finished she looked up at me.
“Are you sure you want to send this?” “Yes. And don’t let them write back.” I turned away from her and studied the room.
I wouldn’t be allowed to decorate, but maybe I could make it my own. “Do we have dinner soon?” “In ten minutes,” she answered, already leading me to the dining room.