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You know that weird feeling when you're stressed and don't know why? Yeah, that's exactly what I feel right now. There's this new patient who comes in tomorrow and this stresses me a lot. Yeah, I know, there's a new patient everyday here, but this one is... really dangerous. In fact, she's the most dangerous of England. She killed both her mother and her sister, she skinned them.
I mean, I know I shouldn't be worried or anything because there's a ton of guards and they're been here for a lot of time and trained but, you know... she's dangerous. Plus, it's only been, like, 2 months that I work here, so there's a lot of stress. And being only 5" 2 doesn't help either.
If you're wondering I work at Silas Mental Hospital. I'm a nurse here but since there’s not a lot of an injury because of the guards and careful watching over the place, I work wherever they need someone to help. And right now, it was my lunch break so I was reading a book while eating. I felt someone coming behind me, so I turned to see who it was. It was a co-worker of mine, Lola Perry - who we just call by her last name, and she was walking towards me.
''Hey, what are you doing here?'' Perry asked.
''Um, eating lunch...?''
''Everyone's outside, Carmilla is coming in!'' She said excitedly.
Oh crap.
''Um... okay.''
"Well, hurry up, you're gonna miss her! «Perry grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the entrance where Carmilla will arrive in not long.
We we're in a light rain. While we waited, I looked around me to finally understand what Perry was talking. She was right, there were almost every guards of the institution and there were also police officer in their cars just waiting, and others standing beside the entrance and down the pavement, for so they could keep things under control when she arrived. There were also people protesting the girl getting life at this mental institution.
And there was the moment everyone expected, we saw a car parking in front of the prison. The guards moved in front and two security guards hopped of the car, followed by her. I started to wonder what she would look like. How old is she? Would she be repulsive?
I found out soon enough. The guards reached for her arms, they were attaches together by handcuffs, and her foots were also like that. When she was out of the car, she kept looking down so I couldn't see her face. She was wearing one of that horrible blue/grey jumpsuit that was obligatory for the institution. Even in the unflattering outfit, I could tell she was taller than me and fit. Before she escalated the stone stairs leading up to the prison, she looked up at me and smirked and I could see her face and all the details. Saying she was attractive would be an understatement.
I was surprised by the beauty walking in front of me. She looked about twenty and had dark brown almost black straight long hair. Her lips were slightly parted as she walked up the steps. She also had strong, prominent jawline that was clenched tight and eyebrows that creased in the middle in anger as she heard the protesters shout and demand that she be killed.
I expected her to lash, scream or... just do something, because that's what people do when they arrive. They freak out, try to run away, or just scream, but not her. Surely, someone as mean and horrible as her would have done something extreme. But no, she just strolled right through the entrance without a word.
I nudged Perry, "That's it?"
"I guess so," She sighed. "It's too bad; I was expecting more much than... that. You know, more exciting."
I laughed at her constant humour that never failed to make me smile. I knew she was thinking the same thing as I was. The Girl that just passed before us was probably the most enticing, gorgeous female either of us had ever seen. But nobody wanted to admit that they were attracted to a psycho.
"Alright, everybody back to work." the warden Mrs. Lawrence instructed as she pushed everyone in the building. She was about 25 years old, with red hair. I didn't like her at all, but I needed I job. I was surprised to have one that pays this well at only 24 years old. I do have a degree but I still needed to work my way up to a higher position.
I walked back inside the building and checked the time. Shit, it was time to go to lunch. And I don’t mean my lunch, but the patient's lunch. I had to sit there and watch as the patients ate their lunch or played cards or anything they wanted to do during their free two hour. I stood in a usual spot at the back center of the room so I could keep a pretty good eye on everyone. About halfway into the first hour, the doors swung open and everyone turned their heads to see who it was. In walked the new girl with two guards on each side who were supposed to be there to keep her under control, but that didn't seem very convincing since she was taller than both of them. She was still restrained by shackles on her wrist and ankles.
Her features were hardened like earlier and her eyebrows were still pulled together in thought. Everyone stared at her like she had just killed someone in front of their eyes.
She didn't pay attention to them though, and instead just walked to one of the empty table and took a seat. No food, nothing to do, she just sat in her chair and stared at the wall. My first thought was that she was more insane than a felon, but then I thought better of it. I mean, if I were admitted to a place like this with people shouting death threats at me and having to adjust to a new place and a new life all at once, I would just need to sit and clear my head.
I pretended to watch the other patients, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was only focused on the girl. I don't know, but I should be terrified of her. And believe me, I was, but at the same time, she was so intriguing. I didn't know what it was, but I felt almost drawn to her. Maybe it was just because I was afraid of her, but I couldn't stop wondering more about her crimes. Maybe I was just curious. Or maybe...
Mrs. Lawrence came in abruptly and blew her obnoxious whistle, signaling that it was time for the so-called criminals to go back to their rooms or cells, whatever you want to call them. The new girl's height extended as she stood up from where she was sitting. She obeyed the guards and they led her to where she would be staying.
Once the room was cleared, unfortunately Mrs. Lawrence walked towards me. I felt a hint of dread. She was very intimidating. She was about 6 foot tall with red hair. If she wanted to talk to you in private, that could only mean two things; she will yell at you or fire you. Usually, she does both.
“Laura, can I talk to you a second?'' She asked. I nodded and she came closer. She didn't look happy. Well, she never really looks happy anyway.
''You've been doing really well for your first two months. I'm surprised you haven't quit already. I'm thinking about giving you a little more responsibility around here.'' She said.
''Oh, thank you.''
''You seem a lot more confident than most with the patients here. I might want to have you aiding the nurses less and the patients more. If you're comfortable with it.''
''Yes, of course. That'd be great," I said. It was true that I was a lot more comfortable around psychotic people that I should be. I think it's because they're so interesting. A part of me sometimes wonders if they're really insane. I was expecting Mrs. Lawrence to walk away but she stayed right where she was, so I asked a question that had been on my mind for the past two hours.
''Um... the new girl...'' I began to ask.
''Oh, yeah, she's an interesting subject,'' she said it like she was some king of scientific subject. ''Well, I really need to go.'' Mrs. Lawrence started to walk towards the door without letting me finish my sentence.
''What's her name?'' I called after her.
She turned to me and looked me right in the eyes. ''Her name's Carmilla. Carmilla Karnstein.''