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"Miss Harper, it's time for your common hour" The other nurse from the outside called from the now open door. She was a pudgy woman that asked to be called Mrs. Angie. She was one of those people you couldn't stand as soon as she opened her mouth. All that came from it was her perky do-gooder attitude and orders for more medication.
"I don't want to" Emma said, turning her attention to a spider on the wall. She wondered if she could suddenly change into a spider and eat Mrs. Angie.
"You haven't even met the other patients, Emma. How could you know what you want" Mrs. Angie insisted in her no-nonsense tone.
There was no question about it, today would be the day Emma left her room.
"You know Ms. Wright, they say that music mirrors the soul." He pointed at her with his pen and a malicious grin. In response, Kal did an upbeat show tune type of song. She smirked at the doctor before lifting one hand up and flicking him off before returning to her playing. "How... charming."
"Sorry Dr. Dumbshit, I impress the ladies." Kal beamed with a cocky smirk. The doctor hastily wrote on his clipboard, face red with anger.
"It's Dr. Dumsheer." He hissed, putting his pen away into his breast pocket. "You're going to have a new patient today. Be nice."
"Is he an asshole? I don't play well with assholes." Kallin did a little flourish on the piano before charging into another overly chipper song.
"I don't think this place could handle another asshole." Dr. Dumsheer muttered, glaring smugly at the teen. Kal rolled her eyes. "Don't forget group therapy today." He almost sang that out, knowing how much the girl despised group therapy sessions. With that he left Kallin in the common room, and she immediately went back to her previous slow, methodical tune.
"This is the commons room Miss Harper. You will spend an hour here every day. If you behave and go through your treatment you'll get more time." Miss Angie ushered her inside the doors, smiling. "Play nice"
Emma hovered near the doors as the nurse shut them. She was the only one in the wide, airless room save for a girl at the piano. She was playing, hardly paying attention as Emma slowly crept across the room, sitting in a small, leather chair nearby. She loved the sound of pianos and had even played one before her father brought home the witch. After that it was quiet hours 24/7; no time for a piano loving girl.
Kallin recognized the girl's shoes, remembering her first week. Now though, she had more freedom if that's what you called it. The black tank top that showed off her abs and faded jeans that Kal wore weren't her best attire, but it was comfortable. Luckily, she was now allowed to wear her desired clothes and even her boots. But that was only if her behavior was acceptable. Freedom here was a joke, and Kal knew that the game was rigged. As irritating as it was.
"Emmaline.....Emma" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Emma Harper" She titled her head to the side, looking up at Kallin. "You play well."
She wondered how long Kallin had been in the center. Her father told her that some people had been there since they were babies. and that some of them never left because they never got better. He wanted Emma to get better, but she wanted her to stay in there permanently. "Why are you here?" Emma asked, a little bolder than before. She tapped her fingers on her knees as she followed the keys again. The song wasn't familiar, but it was simpler than most, and seemed like it would be easy to pick up.
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