JUVENILE

CHAPTER ONE

Jeane lay on the medical bed fidgeting over her tightly bound wrists.

"Let me the fuck out of here!" she screamed at the female nurse.

The female had a manly look on her face that made her look like an ancient aztec statue withered through horrible weather and climate. She wore a white nurse's uniform that dazzled over the synthetic light that illuminated the dark room. The doctor stood beside a computer that seemed to be a Electro-convulsive gizmo that sent shock waves to the brain for the insane and medically abandoned psychotic patients.

Jeane spat at the doctor.

"Get me out of here, you FREAK!" said Jeane in cacophony.

The doctor wore a white overall with a dark spot coffee stain near his sleeve. He wore glasses that were old and had duck tape, meant to keep them together. He was rather short for his age and wore custom shoes to make him look taller. His head was bald and had a queer grin on his face an ominous look that sent chills down anyone's spine.

The nurse took out a syringe, the needle looking more ominous and chilling. She held her breathe as if that would make a difference. As the nurse penetrated her soft skin, the pain was so immense Jeane shrieked in pure agony. Her feet were restless, giving way to a mild seizure that made her whole body girate like a belly dancer.

As the medicine wore off she found her self in a closed chamber with no windows, the size of a broom closet. In front of her was a huge steel door that was strong and sturdy not even the strongest of men could break it, on it was a small transparent window covered in fiber glass to prevent any of the "patients" from breaking it.

The small chamber made her feel so clastrophobic that the walls seemed to cave in slowly by the minute, there was no sense of time of day: Morning felt like dusk and evening felt like dawn. Jeane's pounding headache woke her up every time she slept. What have they done to me she asked herself. After every couple of hours a male nurse came into the solitary room to bring her the meals of the day. 

The food was vile and indigestible. Jeane skipped most of the meals aside from the turkey and mashed potatoes which came with a thick gravy sauce. After a few days of good behaviour she was released from her desolate chamber, where the walls had ears and mouths. She felt as if she was slowly diving deeper into madness but all she did was keep herself grounded by recalling her happiest moments from the outside world.

She missed the smell of rain and moist hue on leaves, the ever glaring torrid sun that seemed to give her life every time she soaked up its rays, the smell of fresh baked cakes from her favourite coffee shop but most of all her puppy named Luffy that was her an emotional support system. She was always reminiscing about all those things. 

But the dark cloud that brought her into the asylum was always hanging over head.

Her step-father was a fiend and a crook. She hated him with all his might, the thought of him made her writh in agony and anger. After her boilogical father passed, her mother re-married to an retired army general that was an obnoxious control freak. His toxic narssastic ways of torturing her siblings went too far. 

Until Jeane decided to put an end to his tyranny.

On a Sunday morning, Racheal, Jeane's younger sister was seen crying profusely in the hallway of their two storey house that belonged to Darren her step-father, seeing her sister outside her room on the floor with stains of blood on her night dress made her question everything that had happened the previous night. Not only was she bleeding from her lower body, she had cuts and bruises all over her torso.

According to the marks on her mouth she had been bound and gagged. Jeane with all her strength, went to confront Darren in his study where he was always working. He faced the large window and admired the pouring rain that the gods had provided. There besides his desk, he stood, puffing on a cigar.

"You monster! What have you done!" she exclaimed.