Chapter One

I 've been here for five twelvemonth. Many have proven incapable of surviving this long. They lose their minds and succumb to the insanities they are labeled. They are defined by their insanities and are slaves to them. They come in here, secretly denying their insanities, and over clock time, are moulded into the demand thing they denied. I am my insanities. I define them and swallow them. I mould my insanities into what I want them to be. I shape them and rear them. I am not labeled insane. I am insanity 's okay. You can not recite me I am insane, because I already know. I am insane.

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'' You stabbed your protector in the berm with a screwdriver, objurgate ? '' The aspiration nanny glanced up from the clipboard he was holding.

She did n't answer.

'' Miss Andrews, I need you to answer me. ``

Again, no response.

'' Ok fille St. Andrew, how old are you ? ``

Silence.

'' Lolita ? '' The nursemaid waved his hand in front end of her face, bending slightly, trying to get the miss to bet at him. But she just sat there, her nous bowed.

He sighed.

'' 17. ``

The nurse glanced up at her again, `` That 's dependable. And can you tell me your good epithet ? ``

'' Lolita rose wine Andrew. '' She still had n't looked up at the nurse.

'' Alright Miss Andrew, do you know why you 're here ? ``

'' I stabbed my defender in the shoulder joint with a screwdriver. ``

The nanny nodded, writing on the clipboard, `` ok Miss Andrews, I need you to require off your shirt and pants. Are you wearing unmentionable ? ``

Without answering, she slipped her weapons system through the arm of her hoodie, and then pulled it over her mind. Her slenderize frame shivered awkwardly, as she used her weapon system to cover her evident white bra.

The nurse watched quietly as she awkwardly unbuttoned her blue jean, and slid them down her legs, letting them settle to the floor as she sat back on the test table ; its unimaginative paper crinkling under her. He wrote again on his clipboard, before looking her over. He had her stand, with her arms out, while he took measuring of her. He weighed her and noted her acme. When he had finished, he pulled a pair of greyness breast feeding scrubs from a storage locker in the corner. `` Put these on girl St. Andrew, '' he ordered, handing the scouring to her.

She obeyed, slipping into the garments.

'' Ok Miss Roy Chapman Andrews, just a few Thomas More questions. '' He wrote on his clipboard once again before saying, `` I noticed the bandages on your arms. It says here on your chart that you had to sustain stitches on some pretty big cut. What were those from ? ``

She did n't answer.

'' miss Andrews, did you suffer yourself ? ``

Again, no reply.

The nurse sighed, realizing the girlfriend was not going to talk to him. He finished his notes, and then slid his pen into the air pocket of his scouring. `` Alright misfire Saint Andrew, you can follow me. ``

He led her out of the small-scale exam room, and down a mansion house. `` This is the lobby area, if you have visitor, they will be here. '' He took her up a spiral flight of stairs, `` up here we have the game way, the art way, the music room, the movie room, and a nanny 's station. ''

She followed him up another spiral trajectory of stairs, `` the third floor are the dorms. I 'll subscribe to you to your way. ``

He led her down a corridor, and then another until he led her to a wall of little field glass French room access. `` This room is yours, '' he opened a set of French doorway, revealing a small bedroom. There was a plain Gemini sized bed on the left field bulwark, and a minuscule bureau and writing desk on the right paries. The far wall was a floor to ceiling window that spanned the width of the room.

'' The glass is shatter trial impression. You can not demote it. Just like all the spyglass in the facility. ''

She stepped into the small way, looking about. Then she moved over to the windowpane. The room overlooked a forest, and her room was above the tree line. She looked down at the crown, putting her script on the thickheaded glass.

'' Communal bathrooms are down on the left. The cafeteria is on the rightfield. And the nursemaid 's post is by the footmark. dinner party is in forty five minutes. Until then, you are free to roam around. There is a library on the first trading floor, as well as a widget store. ``

'' I do n't cause any money. ''

'' You can earn money by sound conduct, and helping around the installation. Sometimes caper open up that will admit you to earn money. The money you earn will be put in your account, and you can make your purchase. ``

She heard the doorway shut as the intake nursemaid left. She was left alone in Routon one thousand Mental Institution ; the mental initiation for criminals.

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In all my memories of my time here at Routon, the facility has never served a decent meal to its Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth. But alas, I take my tray of unrecognizable cornmeal mush, my moldable spork and composition nappy, and I sit with my usual bunch. There is Josh Rigsby, a schizophrenic who frequently got his rock off to torturing pocket-sized animals and neighbour 's ducky. There 's Zachariah Thurman, a peeping Tom who escalated into flash and stalking fair sex. Then there is Ritzy Sarentino, a touchy Latina woman with multiple personalities, one of which robbed a bank and killed three multitude in the process. And finally, there 's Eric miller, a psychotic sadist who takes pleasure in the sexual distortion of womanhood, but had convinced a jury that he was unbalanced enough to involve 'help'instead of 'confinement .'The five of us usually stick unaired by. We have set up a bit of a gang between us. The four of them seem to appear up to me, considering my metre here in Routon has been longer than theirs. With Josh coming in close with four and a one-half years, Eric as four, Ritzy at two old age, Zachariah is our newest enlistee at a year and a half under his bang. There were others, at one point or another, but as they allowed their insanity to control them, they became aloof from the relief of us. However, I noticed a few new wards roaming the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. Perhaps our numbers will increase.

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She sat at the end of one table, pulling her legs over the bench. Looking down at her food, she felt her stomach churn with anticipation. She picked up her plastic spork and stabbed at the food. She was mid-bite when another girl sat down across from her. Then another succeeding to her, and a man on the other side. The three of them were engrossed in conversation, and it was n't until another man sat across from her, did they notice her at all.

'' Who 's the chick ? '' The man across from her asked.

The others look at her, almost waiting for her to answer.

'' What 's your name sweetheart ? '' The young lady across from her asked in a intend New York accent.

She looked up, seeing the young woman across from her ; her foul blond hair's-breadth pulled back into a pony tail, boneheaded eye liner and mascara caked on her optic. She, along with the other three, were in grayness scrubs. It was the uniform for all the patients at Routon grand piano Mental establishment.

'' Lolita, '' she answered quietly.

'' You must be new here, '' the girl responded.

'' How would you know if she 's new Lauren ? '' The Asian man next to Lolita asked.

Lauren shot him an annoyed look, `` I 've been here eight calendar month Bov, I know a neophyte when I see one, and I ai n't never seen her around here. ``

The Asian shrugged.
Lauren looked back at her. `` The public figure 's Lauren. That 's Bov, this is Danny, '' she motioned to the man next to her, `` and that 's Stacy, '' she nodded towards the female child next to Lolita.

Lolita looked at the man across from her ; Danny. He had dark chocolate-brown hairsbreadth that was a bit shaggy, but was still on the shorter face. His golden brown optic were hard, but friendly.

She then looked at the little girl future to her ; Stacy. She had drear embrown tomentum that was pulled into a ponytail, and hung almost to her back side.

'' When you get in ? '' Lauren asked.

'' This morning, '' Lolita answered softly.

Lauren nodded, taking a bite of food.

'' Real new, '' Bov noted, seeming a bit surprised. `` You get the thousand tour ? ``

Lolita nodded, `` the intake nurse showed me around. ``

'' What you in here for ? '' Stacy asked with a smirk.

'' Stacy, you ca n't just ask masses what they 're in here for ! '' Lauren scolded.

'' What ? I 'm just asking ! '' She complained before turning back to Lolita, `` I got Ekbom 's syndrome, and Lauren 's got bipolar disorder. ``

Lauren rolled her eyes.

Stacy continued, `` Bov 's an insomniac. And Danny is delusional. ``

Danny sighed, `` it 's Erotomania, '' he corrected.

'' He 's delusional, '' Stacy mumbled to Lolita. `` So why you in here ? ``

'' Look, '' Lauren interrupted, seeming very annoyed with Stacy, `` she 's got her sleeve all bandaged up. '' She looked at Lolita, `` tried to vote out yourself, right ? ``

Lolita nodded, not wanting to go into more item about why she was in this place. She stabbed at her food again, to calm her growling stomach.

After more than conversation, Lolita learned that all four of them were only a few old age erstwhile than her. They gave her pointers as to which nurses gave Thomas More money than the others, for good deed. They warned her which nanny were entail and which ones were perverted.

They continued to admonish her about some of the fellow 'inmates ,'explaining that Routon was the merely criminal mental founding within a three land chain, which left a wide of the mark range of criminal, from petty thieves to cold-hearted murderers.

'' That 's Greevly 's bunch, '' Danny whispered, using his thumb to indicate behind him, across the cafeteria. `` The long haired one is Eric Miller. He tortured his lady friend to death, and then cut her body into while. The blond guy is Josh Rigsby. He killed a bunch of neighborhood dogs and stuff. The girl is Ritzy. She robbed a bank and killed a lot of multitude. The twitchy guy is Zachariah, and he stalked some chicks or something. ``

Lolita glanced at the group being described to her. There was one man who had n't been discussed. He sat with a uncoiled back, his dark brown whisker was sleeked back, and his icy blue eyes were piercing, and captivating. He had a strong olfactory organ, and a faint crevice in his chin.

'' Do n't look, '' Danny hissed before explaining, `` that 's St. Thomas Greevly. He is in charge. Practically runs this place. ``

'' Rumor is that he 's the Sadist slaughterer. You know, that guy who killed those 20 people upstate ? '' Stacy chimed in, `` I heard he even ate percentage of his dupe. ``

'' That 's disgusting, Stacy ! '' Lauren grumbled.

Lolita looked back over to the radical of hardened criminal. Her body tensed, as her gaze locked with the regard of Lowell Thomas Greevly.

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I had spotted her across the cafeteria. She was sitting alone at first. Her foreland was bowed as she examined the pathetic mush they call intellectual nourishment here. Her dark brownish red hair hung to her collarbone, and her thin pale underframe seemed awkward and lost in her uniform. I recognized her instantly as one of the new wards. She had marginal infantry ; a typical sign of a new Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth. Socks and slip on brake shoe cost money at the small comfort station store downstairs. Four others sat with her and engaged in conversation. I recognized the others as petty criminals. Lauren Withers, a bipolar twenty-one year old, who had beaten some other tike her age during one of her low spells. Stacy Jelly Roll Morton, a delusional girl who suffered from Ekbom 's disease, a torturous disease where the inflicted hallucinates insect crawling over and under their cutis. She was so obsessed with ridding herself from the hallucinated louse, that she stole a bottle of bleach from a food market computer memory and scrubbed herself down with it. Then there is Bov Wu, an intelligent Asian small fry who sleep deprived himself so much that he had a nervous partitioning and caused some public distraint with a fake bomb threat. And finally, Book of Daniel Cooper, an Erotomanic who stalked a cleaning woman because he was convinced they were someone mates. All mere child, who have their unhurt lives ahead of them. The new fille seemed punctuate, nervous, and awkward. Her brownish jet middle seemed panic-stricken, as she looked over the other four.

'' Who is the girl with Lauren Withers and her group ? '' I asked Josh. He was an inside guy, and always knew who was who at Routon. He was a key member to our group, giving us information before anyone else got it. He was swift, and had figured out how to pick the lock on the data file elbow room, where all the files for Routon 's wards were kept.

Josh looked up from playfully stabbing at the brown log that was supposed to be today 's Salisbury Steak, to see who I was referring to. `` Lolita Roy Chapman Andrews. '' He turned back to his nutrient, stabbing at it again.

'' What 's her story ? ``

Without looking up, Josh replied, `` stabbed her shielder with a screwdriver. ``

'' So why is she here, not jail ? '' Ritzy asked, popping a piece of gum in her mouth that she had found stuck under the table.

Josh looked up, `` she tried to kill herself. scratch her radiocarpal joint in holding. Said the music would n't kibosh. ``

Ritzy huffed `` the blaze does that think ? ``

'' Auditory hallucinations, '' I explained, watching the girl across the room. `` Common in women who have lost their listening. Seeing as she is clearly not deaf, one would acquire she associates. ``

'' Huh ? '' Ritzy asked, confused.

I glanced at her. `` My love, what have I told you about that countersign ? I do not enjoy such vulgar grunt that are substituted for the beautiful words of our spoken language. You are not some wild primal tool with no common sense of words. Do not disesteem your own intelligence with such shallow use of communication. '' I turned back to the girl. `` musical comedy tie is when one associates some frame of euphony to a specific memory or event in life. When that music is heard, it triggers the remembering ; like a flashback. ``

As if she knew I was speaking of her, the girl across the room lifted her gaze, and entwined it with mine. I absorbed her, pulling her into the regard and trapped her there. Her panic-stricken middle, like a doe in headlights, showed me the awe and uneasiness she felt, trapped in my regard. I gave her a gentle smile, and a pocket-size bow of the principal, releasing her. When my foreland rose again, she had already stood, and started towards the door.

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Lolita thought nothing of the audio of the door curtain raising and closing. It was a communal restroom, and she knew she was n't the only one to use it. She finished her business organisation, and pulled up her underclothing and chaparral drawers. Her chief bowed as she opened the stall room access, she did not see the man lurking to one side of the bathroom. She turned on the sinkhole, glancing at the mirror above it. Her organic structure tensed as she saw his musing. His colored black heart, his greasy hair raging and wild, his smirking, teeth-bearing smile, directly behind her left field shoulder. She turned to face him, the hairsbreadth on her arms and neck opening standing on end.

His snickering gag was sickening, and it echoed through Lolita 's skull. He lunged, grabbing her and throwing her to the primer. He was instantly on top of her, straddling her hip joint, one hand covered her mouth, the other held both of her wrists above her head. She struggled, but he was too large, and her thin underframe was too weak to push him away. He let go of her wrists to pull her shirt and bra up, stuffing the destruction in her oral fissure. She shoved at him with all her strength, but he grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea again, holding them useless above her headway. Her mouth gagged, the man used his free handwriting to get out at her drawers. Finding it more unmanageable to slay them, the man became discomfited, and simply ripped her pants at the seam before tugging her underwear to her knees.

Lolita tried to ptyalize out the framework of her shirt, but the man slammed his hand down on her sassing again. His mouth closed over one of her bare knocker. She struggled, thrashing harder than before. She could get word the euphony in the dorsum of her skull ; the inscrutable piano, the fast strung violins, mixing with the man 's sickening snicker that was still echoing in her headspring. The music was growing, seeping into her brain, and leaving a trail of inhuman darkness behind it.

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The can door had swung closed behind her. Not thinking much of it, I turned towards my fellow supporter, who were engaged in conversation about some of the other new wards. Glancing around the cafeteria, I caught William Burns slipping into the cleaning lady 's toilet facility.

Without looking away from the fill up public toilet door, I asked Josh, `` What was William Burns'crime again ? ``

'' violation and overrefinement of five cleaning lady. Sexual deviance of the ... ''

I did not dedicate him a opportunity to finish. I stood from the tabular array and made my way through the cafeteria. I sensed Josh, Eric, and Ritzy be me, as I shove open the comfort station door.

There was William, straddling a helpless and very give away Lolita. He looked up at me, and I saw Lolita do the Saami from the corner of my eye.

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Like a skipping CD, the music halted, then retreated quickly back into the base of her skull. Lolita looked up, the man was looking at the door. Lolita looked too, and her thrashing stopped as she looked decent up at Greevly and three of his follower.

'' William, William, William, '' Greevly clicked his tongue, `` what have you got here ? ``

The man on top of Lolita smiled and snickered.

'' She 's a very moderately lady friend. Is she your dramatic play matter ? ``

The man nodded at Greevly.

'' William, I know you like her, '' Greevly crouched down, looking Lolita in the eyes, `` but women are n't toys. ``

Lolita whimpered, just as Greevly grabbed the man by his shoulders and slammed him into the far wall. Eric and Josh eagerly stepped in and held the man still while Ritzy began to punch and beat the man. Greevly had let go and stepped aside to let them do as they wished. He turned to Lolita, who was tugging her shirt down, and trying to embrace herself with her hands. He crouched down next to her, and she promptly scooted away from him, pushing herself under the sinks.

'' Are you alright ? '' Greevly asked her.

She looked up at him, but did n't respond.

Greevly kept his middle on her 's as she slid her underwear back on.

'' Did he dishonor you ? ``

Lolita froze, slowly she shook her question, the music creeping up from the pedestal of her skull.

'' What 's going on in here ? ``

Everyone turned to the doorway to see four male person nanny pushing their way through the door.

'' I need everyone down, '' one male nursemaid announced.

Lolita watched as Greevly and his following laid on their stomachs on the dry land, their script up by their heads.

'' Lay down inmate, '' a nurse ordered, gently kicking Lolita 's nude foot.

She instantly curled up sin a ball, covering her head as best as she could.

'' What happened here ? '' A nurse asked, getting no reply. `` Inmate ! '' He kicked Lolita 's infantry again, `` what happened ? ``

She peaked through her arms, but said nothing.

'' Alright inmate. I 'm not dealing with this. number on, you 're going to solitary, '' he grabbed Lolita by the elbow, and pulled her towards the door.

'' If I may, Sir, '' Greevly lifted his head from the floor.

'' Why is it Greevly ? '' The nurse asked annoyed.

'' I saw inmate Andrews go into the comfort station. I did not reckon anything of it until I saw convict Burns trace her. Knowing his offence, I was concerned about con Andrews'safety. The four of us found him on top of her. It was clear she was not consenting to what he was doing. ``

As Greevly explained the berth, the music creeped through Lolita 's skull. She whimpered softly, making Greevly glance at her.

'' That 's very admirable of you Greevly, but I still see four men in the woman 's toilet facility, '' the nanny stated, as the other three nurses grabbed Josh, Eric, and William, pulling them to their base. `` So you 're going to give birth to issue forth with me, '' the nurse explained, pulling Greevly to his feet. `` con Sarentino, get to your student residence. Inmate Andrews, stop at the nursemaid 's station for a new dyad of uniform pants and then go to your dorm. ''

And with that, the nurse led the men away. Ritzy followed, bore to impart the restroom, and Lolita was left alone, with the euphony echoing through her head