Ivy knew what to expect when she gave the call. She knew they'd try to give her another addicting bottle of whatever she needed, put her in a nuthouse for eternity then let her free so she could repeat it all again. She was sick of it. Nevertheless, she just couldn't stand staring down at the blazing lights below, thinking of the unsuspecting people who would have the worst of luck. She could've ended a dozen lives. And if she survived it? She could only imagine what nuthouse she'd be put in. Either way, she had an equal chance of ending up here. But even now as Ivy sat in front of Dr. Scott, waiting to be released into the jungle of crazies, she still pondered on why she didn't take the chance.
Ivy sat staring down at the papers he shuffled in his hands, tapping the tips of her fingers idly against the armrest. She was definitely bored. A theme from a movie she used to love kept repeating in her head, singing 'Crazy, bars in the window he is crazy, truly gone fishing...' and always seemed to repeat at the end of the chorus. She reclined on her left elbow and crossed her heels under the chair, idly watching his lips as he began speaking to her.
She felt like she was getting admittance into a boarding school for kids who couldn't behave. That's basically what an Asylum felt for her, save for the learning part. After a moment of speech, she took her eyes off and readjusted her seating to a more comfortable position. She let her elbow rest from carrying her upper weight, and now reclined farther into her chair. Her eyes glanced about like a child who was trying to pretend nothing was wrong. The song still played softly in her head.
Her eyebrows furrowed a bit at the part about silver plates. The song stopped, and she actually gave a thought to what he was saying; Of course she didn't expect to be treated like a five-star guest, but as much comfort as they could offer was usually stated instead. She began to feel... tested. Yet she unwinded her heels, and continued to listen to his practiced-sounding speech anyways.
Ivy nodded at his Okay to show she understood, not to show that she agreed. She went on to listen, and at the end of his rant, she answered with an irked "No, I understand perfectly" and pressed against the armrests to stand up as soon as she could. She stretched her arms above her, and prepared herself for a tiresome tour. The tune was still stuck in her head.
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Ivy walked down the hall with her gaze fixed upon the oncoming floor, biting her index finger's nail off simply because she was bored. At least she was away from him now, but just like her previous visits to Asylums, she knew she'd remain this way until she fixed her act.
The pattern in her steps matched the beating of her heart, and she began being ushered by her own tolerance to speed up. To the left of her, a doorway became very close. It seemed to open up into a room brighter that the office, not much more friendly than it. By her own curiosity, she stepped though the doorway to check and see if it'd be a nice place to spend her free time. She wiped her saliva off on her scrubs before it was too late, and went to investigating.
The place reminded her of an old folk's retirement home, save for the explicit scene she could hear from half across the room. The light felt a lot warmer in here than it did in the office or halls, yet she could still feel chills. Homesickness was already settling in, and i was hardly noon. And although the pleasantly quiet scene of people sitting in chairs mumbling to themselves looked inviting, Ivy felt the need to bond. She had no other choice.
"Hi," She started with a soft voice, to keep from encouraging loudness. Her silvery eyes glanced at the television, then towards the man sitting with his legs up. Her eyes focused on his for a moment, then evaded. "What are you guys doing?" She ended with a statement of interest. Of course, she knew she'd get a tedious response, but at least there would be a little chit-chat to start off with. She spotted a vacant chair to the side of the man, and decided to rest there. Her eyes traced the outline of him, and once reclining, she crossed her heels again and sat staring at the barred windows for a few seconds, void of blinking.
The meds should be kicking in by now, she thought to herself. She began tapping her fingers to the theme in her head, feeling more at peace now.