Chapter 39:
27th of November, 2020.
6:18pm.
It's dark.
Quiet.
Fallon sits on her bed, legs crossed.
Her body is facing the wall, as she plays with her hair, wrapping her fingers in between the thick coils.
She hasn't bathed in a week; her hair is becoming tangled.
Like that young girl. Annalise.
Hopefully we'll have time to play together, Fallon smiles to herself.
Then,
She starts to hear the clicks, the insanely loud noise of the nurses heels, as they stroll through the wide corridors.
Click. Click. Click.
Each one sends a bullet to Fallon's brain.
Click. Click. Click.
The noise stops.
She turns around to face her door, watching fearfully as the knob twists.
Instantaneously, two nurses walk through.
Fallon screams, backing herself against the stone walls of the hospital. "Leave me alone! What do you want?"
The first nurse, tall and slim, takes hold of her wrists, as the second nurse, slightly shorter, attempts to pull a straitjacket over her head. She tries to fight it, but she can't.
She struggles to take deep breaths, her anxiety kicking in.
She suddenly feels trapped.
Helpless.
She weeps as they drag her from her bed, forcing her out of the isolated room.
They emerge into a large room, by the left hand side of the hospital, filled with patients, as they shove Fallon into a seat by an older woman. "No!"
Her hair shines bright silver, as the sunlight reflects it. Her teeth are stained permanently yellow, as the skin on her cheeks fold.
The woman turns her body to face Fallon, who shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Her eyes are bloodshot red.
The woman may seem old, but her body is unusually wide as it twitches constantly.
Fallon catches the eye of a middle aged woman perched on a rocking chair at the end of the room. She rocks back and forth, murmuring words to herself as she strokes the hair of a worn out doll, patches of baldness due to lack of hair. One eye of the doll hangs loose, staring at Fallon who shudders to herself, and looks away.
Her eyes land on another woman, who only has one arm. She sits, legs crossed in the middle of the floor. Her head is tilted to the side as saliva dribbles from her dry lips, creating a small pool by her side. She seems unaware of this, her mind elsewhere.
Fallon gulps.
The large room is completely empty, apart from the bodies of humans strolling around. If that's what you want to call them.
She notices the glass windows, which are covered with steel bars, preventing any sense of breakthrough.
The nurses and workers have stripped the hang-out rooms of any equipment, or items that could be dangerous, for safety reasons.
Apart from a small, round table, in which a group of women sit on, their minds indulged in a game of cards.
The same group of women who I walked past on my first day, Fallon remembers.
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