Kirksfield Insane Asylum ( Mischa/Invite)

[Ceraphine Davis]

( OOC: Okay so yeah, gonna go ahead and post up Kev being locked up, for the sake of my own character development. No other threads will I be in besides this one so yeah....Oh and btw....Its not the happiest thread in the world...sooooo you have been warned. )


The entire time she had laid in the hospital, she had been sure that somebody would realize that there was something wrong and save her. She had grasped onto that lingering bit of hope with all she had left, but then Mischa had come, and with tears in her eyes she had told Kev that it was for the best, that she needed to go. She had seen the cuts on Kev’s wrists and the wounds on her legs and every where else, and had seen a girl who was too out of it to even talk. Yet Kev had been there, the whole time, inside her mind screaming for help.

Then David had come, and he saw it, he noticed, and he promised to find out what had happened, to help her, and yet he had left. Left her there, trapped within her mind, screaming for help and begging somebody, anybody to save her. But help never came, and finally, unknown to Kevala, Mischa signed the papers to allow for her to be committed into the Kirksfield Insane Asylum. The doctors had said it was for the best, they had told Mischa that with a second suicide attempt such as this, and given the state she was in upon her arrival, there was really no alternative. Yet Kevala knew, that even though that night was a blur, many parts of it blacked out and missing, that she had not done this to herself. Why would she? She had problems, true. But she had also just reunited with David and had plans to go out with him. She had her son, and though she missed the twins like crazy she had devoted her life to Zeke. She had even gone so far as to relieve herself of that stupid title, just so she could clear up some stress in her life and try to have a bit more fun.

But nobody saw that. Everyone had seen the girl that just lost her mind finally and decided to end it. They saw the girl who had tried to kill herself once before and so therefore must have finally snapped and tried to do it again. The girl that needed to be protected from herself.

And how could she argue it? Every time she started to be able to mumble soft words, the nurses were there, with that shot to keep her “calm”. The one that made her not want to move, unable to talk and unable to do anything but lay there in that bed, staring at the wall.

So, after a tearful goodbye from Mischa, she had been transported to the Asylum. The sounds of those that were truly insane echoing down the halls as they screamed out at some imaginary monster, or mumbled nonsense as they shuffled down the halls. Still however, Kev could do nothing but sit in the wheelchair they had placed her in as they wheeled her to her room. The orderly lifting her up and placing her on her bed before he wheeled the chair out of the room and shut the door behind him. The sound was something she was never going to be able to forget, that heavy iron clang as it sealed shut, cutting her off from the rest of the world. The sound of the bolt sliding into place as it was locked, making sure that she was caged, trapped there like some animal. Her worst fear finally a reality.

Yet instead of being able to lose it, to scream out for freedom or try to come up with a way to get out, all she could do was sit there, her feet dangling off the edge of the bed and her hands laying lifelessly in her lap as her dull eyes stared at the wall of her room, terror encasing her mind and her thoughts as she lost it internally.

There was not much to the room, only a small twin sized bed with iron framing that was bolted to the floor, a single desk, also bolted into place and one chair. She thought it funny they would leave her a chair at first, but then it occurred to her, that they never intended on her having the ability to do anything with it. It was there for show and nothing more. And as that thought sank in, the breakdown in her mind only seemed to increase.

Then night fell. And as she laid there in bed, having just been given another shot in her arm, the darkness surrounded her and the screams of those other tortured souls could be heard echoing through the iron door that held her inside. Her only bit of peace in this nightmare was that even though she could not get out, none of those people could get in either. It was that thought that finally allowed her to sleep once the medication took hold.

But soon she discovered that it was not the others locked away in their cells screaming and crying that she had to worry about, but instead it was the people who walked freely about the halls, the ones in the white suits with the keys.
That was the sound that woke her at first that first night, when darkness was all she could see. The sound of keys being turned in the lock to her door. Yet when her eyes opened, and the door opened to allow light in, everything was blurry. At first she did not know what to expect, perhaps more medications, more blood pressure checks or perhaps they were simply making sure she was still alive. But then their hands grabbed her, pulling her from the bed and setting her down into a chair. Still she was confused, so much she did not know and her current lack of sight making it hard for her to really know what was going on.

They wheeled her through the halls, past the screams and the cries for help and into the elevator. Down, she could tell they were going down by the way that the gravity seemed to pull on her stomach as the elevator started. Panic started to settle into her nerves. Something was not right. It was too late for her to be taken anywhere, it had to have been.

Then as the doors opened, she saw it, the room full of medical equipment, though blurred it was unmistakable. Their words echoed in her mind but it sounded like they were far away. Slowly her eyes began to close, too tired to stay awake, even though she was panicking within her mind. Unsure of what was going on.

That night…was the first night they ran tests on her. Experimented on her. Using not only medications and machines, but some people with Qi’s…..they had to be Qi’s to do to her what they did. She finally screamed, but nobody cared, simply nodded and moved on to try something else. It went on all night, at least she thought it had, because by the time they laid her back in bed, the sun was cracking through her windows.

That is when she knew, in her heart, who had done this to her, and with that sudden realization, came the knowledge that no matter what anyone did, she would never get out of here.

And so it continued. Every other night she was taken down for more testing. Never fully conscious of what was happening to her, and never able to do anything to stop it, yet in her mind she continued to retreat from it all, to break away. Then, on her 5th night there, a night by her calculations, there would be no testing, she laid in bed, listening to the screams and terrified to sleep.

Then suddenly the sounds of the door being unlocked once more roused her attention, though at this point, she did not even bother to try and look, just laid there, staring at the wall. Only this time, the door cracked open for a brief moment, spilling light across the pale green floor, and then just like that it closed. Heavy footfalls carried across the room, getting steadily closer.

It was in that moment the last bit of Kevala disappeared into the safety of her mind, because as her eyes filled up with tears, she felt the hand brush her hair from her face, a single digit tracing the details of her features.

She supposed the only thing she could be thankful for when the male orderly finally left, was that she had gone numb some time ago to any form of touch or action. Yet the damage was done just the same. Curling up into a ball in the center of her bed, small hands tugging the covers over her body as though to try and shield her from it ever happening again, she laid there, and cried her silent tears. Knowing that just like the tests, that would not be the last time she suffered such a torment, in fact, it was just the beginning.

[Mischa Badoer]

-----Week and a Half later------

Mischa was not functioning well at all. Something in the pit of her stomach drove her insane. It could have been the fact she was not allowed to visit Kev... She thought she would be able to see her as much as she wanted. Everyday Mischa called checking to see when she can.

Mischa now had the phone against her ear... she waited for the answer as to when she could visit. She wasn't giving up... but she expected the answer to be no just like all the other days prior today.

"If you are available now you are able to come in for maybe a half hour or less." Mischa smiled and stood from the couch doing a little jump of excitement as she exclaimed her answer.

"Yes! Yes I am.. I will be right there!" She would hang up the phone and throw on her jacket...not really realizing it was on inside out as she got into her car

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She came in to the asylum... and it seemed rather depressing.... the atmosphere was hella different than the rehabilitation center she had been apart of. She signed herself in as a guest and she had to escorts to take her down the halls. She heard all the loonies scream and call out weird phrases.... this place didn't seem fitting for Kev.... at all.

"You have twenty five minutes."

Mischa was a little irked... she wanted a bit more time after all this time she couldn't see her and now they are letting her..but only for only a little bit. She nodded and the unlocked the door and let her in as they closed it behind her and she would see through the little slit of the door that they were standing right out the door.

Kev was sitting on the floor.... she wasn't facing the direction of the door... staring at the wall...

"Kev..... Ho-how are you?" she would stand by the door.... waiting for some kind of acknowledgment.

[Ceraphine Davis]

The concept of time had been lost. All she knew now was light meant safety, and darkness meant more tests, more pain, or more silent pleas as the orderlies had their way with her. So as the sound of the key was heard once more in the lock, she was quick to look up from her task to see that the sun still shone brightly through the small, window at the top of the wall she was against. It was too high for her to reach, as most things were, but she did not need to look out, she no longer held any concept of what it would be like to be out of here, she had adapted, as she always had before.

Day after day she had sat here, waiting for somebody to come see her and day after day night fell and the only ones who entered her room were those who wished to hurt her or use her.

As she saw the light through the window, she again lowered her head and returned to what she was doing, her body rocking ever so slightly back and forth as she sat there with her legs crossed indian style in front of her.

Then came a voice. It registered, with some distant part of her that had long since hidden away in her mind, but it was enough to get her to stop what she was doing and cease the rocking she had been doing since she sat down hours ago.

Ducking her head, her black hair now dull and lifeless, shrouded her face as she slowly inched her way from the wall toward the bed. As she moved away from the wall, it was clear what she had been doing, a streak of blood covering the wall, the single words "no more" painted there.

As she finally crawled up onto her bed, she would sit as she always did, facing the door with her feet dangling over the side. She was dressed in a pair of white pj like bottoms and a white button up shirt, blood streaked in some places from the tip of her finger which she had bitten in order to get it to bleed.

Bleed so she could write.

Yes.

She had to write.

It was what made her feel better and given she could not talk, she had no other way to communicate.

With her head down she would simply offer up a slight whimper. The best acknowledgment she could offer. Then finally raise her head to look at the girl.

Kev had not seen herself since she was placed in the hospital, which was clear by the fact that she was noticably paler, her eyes were a near white shade, her hair was ill kept and their were dark circles under each eye.

Yet she still tried to force a little smile, because this girl was not wearing white.....and that was a good thing. But eventually, she gave up and simply lowered her head again, the face of the girl sending a shot of pain through her she did not recognize right away. But a name did pop into her head.

Mischa..........The memories there, but hidden...safe from those who wanted to hurt her.

[Mischa Badoer]

she stared at the girl whose movement had stilled at the sound of her voice. Kev moved from what she was doing as Mischa watched in silence...though her eyes were glued to the words written in blood. Mischa's blood ran from her face...her cheeks paled scared as to what was going on... this wasn't making her better... Kevala never had been this bad...

She turned to the girl who was now on the bed... she saw that faint smile. Usually one would be relieved to see a smile.. but not Mischa... not from what this smile stood for... it was empty... helpless...

"Kev...?" she had yet to get an answer until she approached the bed.. slowly as to not cause a stir as she took a seat beside Kev... her hand slowly raising to stroke the hair from her face. "...Is.... there something wrong?" she would say in a hushed tone to make sure the orderlies outside the door would not hear the question.

To see Kev this way broke her heart... those once so vibrant blue eyes that had been full of life despite all the shit she went through were now gone... they were lifeless... her paled skin... hollow eyes... unkempt.... Mischa wanted her out... she waited for an answer... anything... Her eyes begging for something..

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala sat there, those eyes not really caring where the girl went...seeing as how it was a girl in pretty clothes and that meant that she was not here to hurt her.

As she felt the weight of the bed shift she would not move only continue to play with the end of her shirt with her bloodied finger. But then there came a touch, a hand brushing her hair out of her face, just like the orderlies did every night when they came in to touch her. "Bout the prettiest thing we have in this dump. Cant have you hiding from me"

They all said the same thing and on instinct she timidly coward from the touch. A noticeable tremble running through her, yet she did nothing else. There was nothing else to do. They were bigger, and stronger and she was weak and drugged up. She never could fight them off, and at some point had given up.

Then as the girl spoke her name again, she would shake her head, trying to form words but unable to do so. All she could do is point at the wall where she had written the words "no more" over and over again already, the wall the girl had yet to notice due to her attention on Kevala.

Then, as she lifted her head, she would use her hand to point to the door, then to herself, then to the wall.

It was all she could do. Then she would get up, her feet dragging against the floor as she moved to the desk and pointed at the top of it. Begging the girl to come look.

She had been carving a name in with her fingernails. The only name she remembered. The one who promised to help.

If the girl got up, on the desk she would see the name "david" carved into it in jagged lines. She did not know why she kept doing that, but something inside told her that all the words, and the name, and this girl fit together.

She did not know if the girl would understand what the men in this place were doing to her, the testing would be harder to explain without words.....nor did she know if the girl would even recognize the name. But she had to try and get it across, she had to get help, that was all she knew.....because if not, she was going to die.......

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa flinched as the girl trembled at her touch. There had to be something wrong if she coward away from Mischa... doing something as simple a this gesture she was always accustomed to ever since they had gotten together a few years back.... and as she asked her question... all Kev could do was point. She already saw the blood on the wall and that was enough to make her stomach turn...then she pointed to the door and then to her.... Damn Mischa was never good at problem solving.

She watched as Kev dragged herself across the ground. Mischa got up to help her stand, but she got to the desk... pointing at a name...

"David?" Mischa looked down at Kev. "I... Will... look for David for you if that's what you want..." she had no clue who he was... and why Kev knew him and needed him... at the same time it kind of hurt... felt unneeded by a girl she wished that would need her... but she pushed those feelings aside for Kev's sake... she was obviously going through a lot more that deserved grief over Mischa's petty jealousy.

Mischa would lean down and pick up Kev...it being easy 'cause she was tiny as hell.... and if anything she lost a lot of weight in this short span of time. She would lay her down on the bed as she would crouch down to level with her her face as she brushed her hair from her face again.. "I will find...David for you, baby..." she would say in a reassuring voice. "But I have to go...they aren't giving me time here... Love you..." she would kiss her atop her forehead..but while her lips were in contact with her skin she would whisper one last thing "I'm going to get you out of here..." now she would approach the door and knock on it to let them know she wanted out.

Once out they escorted her back...she avoided their faces..though when she did look at them she would glare... once at the office she would approach the desk angered and heated.

"I want to extract Kevala Katashi from your facilities."
The woman shook her head no. "There is no way we can allow this."

Mischa slammed her fist to the counter. "Fuck that! I put her in here and I can damn well take her back! She is not making ANY progress and I was promised she would get better... She is worse!"

Despite Mischa's outburst the woman remained calm.. then gave herself a push on her rolling chair towards a filing cabinet and she pulled out a file. She plopped it open before Mischa and pointed at a specific sentence. "You signed this? Well then you should know your contract is that she will be in our possession for four years if there is no progress in her health."

Mischa sunk in defeat... in pain... this was her fault... She did this to Kev. "I'm going to get her out..." the woman nodded her head while rolling her eyes.... she didn't believe her... but little did she know Mischa held a gun to her father's head for Kevala's sake... What was going to stop her from blowing a hole through the head of this bitch? "I will." the threat was obvious in her voice before she turned around and left through the doors yelling back at the girl as she bumped into someone from lack of paying attention to where she was going... "I'm coming after you personally if Kevala is hurt anymore than she is!" she wouldn't apologize or even look up at the person she bumped into... she just focused on getting home and finding this David guy...

How many David's could there be?

Fuck...

[Ceraphine Davis]

The girl got up and looked at the name, yet she did not seem to know who this was either and inside, some part of Kevala that was holding onto some sliver of hope started to fade. If she could not help her then there really was no hope. Yet she promised to find him, and though Kev did not know who he was other than the fact his name was associated with help in her mind, she would try to cling to those words like a life raft, trying hard to keep her head above water.

Then, the girl picked her up, an easy task and one that had been done over and over in this place, night after night, laying her down upon the bed and tucking her in. Everything in her was screaming out for help but all the girl in the bed could do was whimper out with fear and longing.

Then it became clear that....Mischa......was leaving and fear froze Kev's heart in place. She would have cried but the third night one of the orderlies had slipped into her room and crawled on top of her, she had cried her last tear, at least the last she would be able to shed without the torture they inflicted on her every other night in one of the lower floors.

She heard that promise and though she wanted to believe it, she did not want to let that much hope build inside her. So she would just lower her eyes and roll away, now staring at the wall as she drew her knees up and curled into a ball.

The sound of footsteps fading away, the door opening and closing and the bolt sliding back into place. Then, just like that, she was back in hell, back to the same routine and it was almost as though nothing had ever happened just now. In fact she would have been inclined to believe it if not for the fact that the spot on her forehead where the girl had kissed her still tingled with the warmth that Kevala herself now lacked.

Now all she could do was wait for the night to come.......and the monsters to come out of hiding.........

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One Week Later

The help she had wanted.....needed...so desperately had never come. Not that she could even notice anymore. She was just a girl that survived day in and day out in this place. Meager meals, ones nowhere near the size of what Kevala was used to fed to her three times a day. Medications given both by mouth and injection. The four walls of her room, and maybe, if she was good they let her go into another room to sit and look out the window. But that was it.

The nightly visits, the experiments, and the testing continued. Every so often they gave her some new form of chemical composition to see how her body could handle it. Like everyone else with a scientific brain, they wanted to know how she handled so much physical pain and they wanted to know how that emotional radar of her's worked.

So they tested, and they tortured and they did everything they could to cause her harm and get to the root of the problem. Of course they let her rest some nights, not wanting to stress her body too much, because then the tests would not be as affective, the results faulty, but it did not matter. For those nights when the door opened, and no chair was wheeled in to take her down to the test room, it was always an orderly, always one with a hunger for her that he would satisfy, despite the way she would whimper and cower away in fear.

They always told her how pretty she looked, as their hands slid over her body. They always had that same smell, and she could now tell which one was which by the emotional hum they gave off. Some did not hurt her so bad, others, liked to hear the little mute girl try and scream.

Eventually, they had changed her medications, and now, though she was still heavily drugged and unable to move or hold a cognitive thought, she was at least able to talk.

But like so many others that lined these halls, it was nothing that made sense to any sane person. She had even been brought before a board, to see if she had made progress, and as they asked her things, she had done nothing to answer them, only mumbled what they termed jibberish.

Yet today, something was different, they had come and gotten her, escorting her to a room with a big window and a table and chairs. In her hand she held her journal clasped to her chest. It had been given to her for being a good girl and so she would not write on the walls anymore in blood.

It now went everywhere with her. Taking her into the room, they sat her down by the window. The first real glimpse of the outside she had seen since coming here. She had not noticed the mirror or any of the other features of the room, and as she sat there with her journal in her lap, her hand came up and started twisting a bit of hair about her fingers, rocking softly back and forth as in her mind she played over a song she liked.

She had no clue this was the visitation room, or that there was somebody here to see her. She just knew the outside looked so pretty and she was sure the people out there were happy. Much happier than she was.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa paced back and forth... Her hair was a bit messy and her clothes were winkled as she didn't bother to fold any of her clothes and just throw them on the floor. She had a cup of coffee held tight in her hands as she drank from it greedily. She had no sleep for a few days... the only time she slept was when her body just couldn't handle it anymore and would shut down...

Her computer was on and hot from being on for a lot longer than it should. She had several screens up on the monitor... several lists of names that included the name David. She couldn't find him... or at least she thought she couldn't. How was she to know?

"Think think think think..."

Mischa was on edge... a little more insane than normal... she was getting obsessive and it was all she could think of... her skin was growing more and more pale for the lack of sunlight... her eyes dark from lack of sleep... and finally...thin for lack of food.

Every day she would call the asylum... they would not allow her visiting rights due to the outburst from the last time she had been there.... But she didn't quit calling... hoping that her persistence was going to pay off.

And it did.

"You are allowed to visit once again... but tread wisely or your visiting rights will be preempted."

Mischa agreed... she will behave for Kevala's sake.. she had to keep her cool so she would be able to visit her and see how she was making out.

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She was directed to the room... Kevala had been sitting there and holding tight to a book. Mischa sat down and the orderlies left them in the room alone... though Mischa wasn't fooled as her eyes flashed to the mirror knowing full well that it was just a one way window. They were under surveillance...

"Kev.... How are you...?" the girl was looking more and more rough... she would hoping she would get a few words out this time... she wanted to figure out some stuff... maybe even getting a last name on that David guy.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev heard somebody enter and then as the sound of a voice came from beside her she would turn and offer up a smile, though it was off.........clearly that of a girl who was just simply not there anymore.

She then brought her finger to her lips, making a shushing motion as she giggled that creepy little insane giggle and then went back to twisting her hair about her fingers.

"If you talk to loud the monsters will get you."

Eyes still cast out the window, now a pale white shade, though the fact that the light normally should have been killing her due to the pale color of her eyes did not register, her body unsure what to do anymore with what was all being done to her.

Continuing to rock back and forth she would continue to mumble softly, if the girl heard her it was unsure, but that was just how Kevala was now. Soft little mumbles that some thought made no sense. Okay, well everyone thought it made no sense, hence her being allowed to talk again.

"The white monsters come out at night. Pretty face. Dont hide the pretty face."

Her hand came up, brushing back the hair from her face in a gesture like the one the girl had done before when she was here, though Kev did not know that, she was simply repeating what the men did to her when they came to her room.

"But its okay."

She dropped her hand and opened her book, flipping through the scribbled pages to find the one she was looking for. When she held it up, there was that name again, scribbled over and over, covering the page, the image of fire drawn next to the names.

"This mean help. No more monsters on top of me. No more secret room"

She had leaned in and whispered that part so that nobody, mostly the imaginary monsters in her head, could hear. She would giggle once more and then look at the page, a finger tracing over the drawing of one of the flames.

"Such a pretty blaze. Yes?"

She was not making the connection in her own head and god knew if the girl would make it for her, but she was just rambling. Because that was all she did anymore.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa watched as she saw the insane mannerisms performed by her girlfriend Kevala. She felt sick to her stomach.

I did this....

Me....

My Fault...

What.The.Fuck.Did.I.Do?

Mischa cringed hearing what she said... she held her hand to her mouth trying everything in her power not to throw up. She was piecing everything together....

She didn't want to think about the horrible things... the things they were doing her.. it was obvious now... This was fucking sick....

Then the name was brought up... Mischa held tight to her mouth as she tried not to let the tears come... that and still trying to not throw up... Her eyes painfully watching as Kev idly stroke the page... Mischa couldn't say a word....

That was when she looked down at the bag she had set down beside her chair.... She brought something for Kev.... she didn't know what it would do.... but she was going to give it a try..

She reached in the bag and pulled a worn out stuffed bear. She had gotten it for Kev awhile back as a joke... to comfort her from her nightmares... just in case Mischa wasn't ever there.... well, little did she know at the time Kevala would sleep with it here on end... She stopped by the house and Carmine had let her in to grab it... And now this was her way of saying that she was here for her... she had something to keep the nightmares away. "I brought you something..." she would say holding it up for Kev to take.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev continued to stroke the page, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together in her mind, eyes continuing to watch every trace of her fingers over the fire she had drawn. She did not know why she drew it, or why she only felt the need to do such with that name beside it. She tried so hard to pull a face out of her memory to put with the name but everything was so muddled and confused, lost.

Yet the girl spoke again, saying she had brought something for Kev. That made the small female's heart jump. A gift, that meant she had done something good again. That meant that she was able to be happy for however long the monster's in the white suits let her.

Then as her eyes fell upon the stuffed bear, the fur worn down and the ear slightly off center from where it had been torn and then sewn back on, something in her mind sprang forward.

Forgetting the journal for a moment, her most prized possession at the time she turned in her seat and her hands shot out to grab the bear, the journal falling to the floor as more pages flipped open. It was all the same, page after page. That one name the fire, the words "help me" and "no more". Just and endless ramble of an insane girl's mind.

But that was of no matter. What mattered right now as that she hugged the bear close to her, burying her face into it and breathing in the scent. She remembered it, some where deep down she remembered it, and then came the moment where there came some clarity in her mind. Not yet fully broken she still had some memories, some things they had not taken from her.

With tears in her white eyes, she looked up at the girl, those dark circles only more defined now as were the way her cheeks were sunk in.

"M...Mischa.....?"

The tone soft, cracked and weak. Yet before there could be a reply panic filled her her eyes as she fell out of the chair she was in and crawled over to the girl, wrapping her arms about her legs and an laying her head on her lap, all the while never releasing the bear from her grasp.

"I am sorry. I will be good. I promise. Make them stop."

Tears she had not cried in over a week now spilled forth from her eyes, the sleeves of her pajama's sliding up as she hugged tighter, revealing the bruises and track marks on her arms from all the injections and the straps used to hold her down. Even a few defined hand prints where the orderlies had pinned her to her bed at night when they chose to take her could be seen as the shoulder of her shirt slid away.

"Don't let them the monsters get me at night. I dont like it when they are on me, holding me down. Please. Dont let them take me to that room again. I promise I will be so good. I wont cause any trouble."

The tighter she hugged Mischa the more those ribs could be felt pushing against the girls legs. If she took the time to inspect Kev she would find that the girl was underfed, bruised and cut. It was then that Kev released her, scooting back to tug down one side of her pajama bottoms just enough to show the hand print bruises on the inside of her thighs. Wanting her to see, wanting her to understand.

Yet that did not take long before she was again curled up about the girl's legs with her head buried in her lap. Tears falling from her eyes.

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Meanwhile behind the glass, the doctor who performed all the tests on her watched, taking notes and raising a hand to stop the orderlies from interrupting. He wanted to see how his little test subject interacted with this girl. He wanted to see just how much of her memory she retained after all that had been done. All of it vital to his research. Vital to finding out just what made this tiny, seemingly harmless little thing such a force to be feared by those whom he worked for.

No, he would allow this to continue until the other girl left or was forced to be escorted out. All the while making notes and adjusting his plans for the small female patient. Much more to be done, much more.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa wanted to smile when Kev reached for the bear... but everything was so overwhelming it was making it hard to feel any kind of happiness... especially when she saw the journal fall and a few more pages flipped through... all saying the same thing. She stared in horror... though she heard her name being called.

"M...Mischa.....?"

And apparently she didn't recognize her until now...

Before Mischa could answer "yes" Kevala was already on the ground at her feet.... Mischa combed at Kev's hair holding back many many whimpers as to what Kev was saying...

"I'm trying to figure everything out, baby..." she looked down and she saw the condition she was in now that she was up closer.... all the damage.... And right when Kev flashed her the bruise in her thigh she turned her head away with a sound that resembled holding in a yelp of pain.

Sick Fucks.

"Don't be silly.... there are no monsters.... and stop inflicting pain on yourself... smarten up." she would say loud enough for the bastards in the other room... Now Mischa would slink down and wrap her arms around Kevala tugging her into a tight hug.. her lips near her ear. "I didn't mean those words baby... they are doing something bad to you... I'm going to try and get you out... I'm going to find David... I need to go baby.... hold on...can you hold on... I will get you out I promise... but I have to go now..." Mischa would whisper those words... she needed to hurry and get to work... this was going to take a lot of work.... if Mischa was going to have to call a bunch of her team straight from Venice and just bombard this whole fucking place with grenades and bullets... she was going to do it... all for her....

[Ceraphine Davis]

Those first set of words made Kev shrink back and lower her head. She was not lying. Nobody believed her. She felt a little piece of her start to die just then. But suddenly Mischa was there, speaking softly and saying she did not mean it.

Those words made Kev whimper as she tried to hide her face against Mischa once more, yet she stopped at the mention of the girl leaving.

Quickly Kev panicked, crawling across the floor to a shelf that had some drawing paper and pencils on it along with a few games. Grabbing up a game, not even sure what it was, she held it out as she sobbed, that lower lip trembling and her hands shaking heavily.

"Do..Dont leave me yet..p..please? W..We can play a game...."

Throwing it to the side she grabbed up the paper and held it out instead.

"Or....Or write..or..or draw....."

She dropped her hands onto her lap, tears flowing down her face as she was struck with so much fear she did not know what else to do. She felt like she had to bribe Mischa to stay. Not wanting to be alone yet...not all alone....As her head lowered, almost as if defeated, she would sniffle and say the only thing she could.

"please don't leave me in the darkness"

With that she fell silent, tears dripping from her eyes onto the paper she held loosely in her hands as she let her dull black hair conceal her from view. Fully expecting the girl to leave and for the men in white suits to come for her again. Their hands grasping her in places they should not as they took her took her to her room. Their horrid breath against her ear as they promised to see her later that night. That lustful emotional hum they sent through her that made her stomach turn.

It was her life now. She had been silly to ask the other girl to stay. Who would want to willingly stay in a place like this?

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa stood up and was about to leave, but she paused when she heard the begging tone in Kev's voice. She watched as she quickly shuffle through a shelf and brought over paper, pencil crayons, and a game. Mischa watched in silence as she sat there crying.... just begging for Mischa to stay... There was no way in hell Mischa can deny her this... As much as she wanted to leave and bring this place down... she also wanted to stay and comfort Kev.

"I won't leave until they make me..."

Mischa would sit cross legged in front of Kev gently grabbing the paper from her hands an a pencil. "I can draw you a picture?" she would start to draw as she spoke again. "Can you draw me a picture of a unicorn?" she would ask looking up form her paper slightly.

What Mischa was drawing was Spider-man... she didn't bother with the webbing in his costume as she would then hand it over to Kev with a fake smile to hide how hurt she was... she was sure at this point Kev wouldn't even notice.

She would pick up the game reading the name. Scrabble.... would she be able to play it?

"You want to play?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev lifted her head as Mischa sat down in front of her, those eyes looking at her with a bit of excitement, though it was dulled and not really fitting of the girl that Kevala used to be. Yet as Mischa took the paper, Kev would sit back and take her own, drawing her picture as best she could, but her motor skills were so off, and she had always been a photographer, not a drawer. But she did it just the same, anything to make the girl stay.

As soon as she was done, she would look up almost shyly and then slide it over to Mischa, taking the other picture and then crawling across the floor in a hurry to grab her journal, quickly folding it and tucking the picture inside, almost as though she was trying to hide it.

Then, with the journal once more clung to her chest, she would crawl back across the floor as Mischa picked up the game. In her head she honestly had to struggle to even remember what the game was about, but she eventually found it.

Nodding softly she would sit there, almost like an expectant child and with her legs crossed and her hands on her lap.

"I can play. I promise."

She was just so sure she had to convince Mischa to stay that she was almost pleading in every word that came from her lips and assuming that she had to be good and do whatever Mischa wanted or else she would leave. That was how her mind worked. That was how what was left of her mind worked at least.