Renee / Emilie / Remy - Moving day - G
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darker_london"It is time, Renee."
Renee heard her father's words, but did not acknowledge him. She refused to. The man who would do this to her was not her father. The woman, not her mother.
The doctors were there too, reading over forms. The traitors who would be her parents were signing the final papers the doctors would need. A nurse was approaching with a needle. They were taking no chances with her. Renee didn't flinch at the cold bite of the needle. She just let the numbness spread through her arm until the too-familiar faux sleep took her.
* * *
She awoke slowly, awareness coming back to her gradually. The room wasn't much different, but at least she was no longer strapped to the bed. The various technological attachments had been removed, leaving bruised and aching holes in her arms. Her stitches itched, and she had to fight the urge to scratch at them. She would only hurt herself, and in here, even the slightest suggestion of self-harm would only prolong her sentence.
It was just as she had imagined it. A high narrow window with wire reinforcing the two sheets of frosted glass. It would let in light, but she could never see out of it. A similar window in the door, but this one had a sliding cover on the other side. It was open at the moment. Obviously they would want to know when she woke up...
There was a table and two chairs in the middle of the room, and a bookshelf opposite the bed. It was empty, save for Gideon's Bible. What was that doing in the room of a patient who claimed to have stabbed herself for metaphysical reasons? Idiots.
Her travel bag was sitting on the end of the bed by her feet. She leaned closer and read the note sitting on top.
Dear Renee,
We packed some clothes and books for you. We wanted to give you a diary, but they wouldn't let us. They thought if you had a pen or pencil you might hurt yourself. We didn't know what else you would want, so we packed some chocolate for you too. We will visit you soon.
Love,
Mother and Father
Love. As if.
She opened the bag and, sure enough, there were a number of items of clothing within. Mainly old tracksuits, t-shirts and tank-tops. None of her velvet or leather, of course. There was no reason to wear those things in here, but the idea that she would not be able to make herself beautiful still bothered her. It was simply something she did.
Then again, it was hardly the only part of her routine that would be broken in here.
The books were fairly innocuous, fantasy novels she had enjoyed at a younger age. Still, better than the Bible for passing the time...
They had packed Bounties for her, her favourite chocolates with the coconut inside. Had they come from anyone else but her parents, the thought would have touched her. But coming from them, it just felt hollow. Still, there was little pleasure to be had in this place. She tore open one of the chocolates immediately. No doubt she would consume the rest before the day was out... by the clock on the wall, it was before three in the afternoon...
She placed the chocolate on the table and turned her back to the door, pulling off the hospital gown and hastily throwing on a pair of gray tracksuit pants and a black tank top. It was good to be out of the damn hospital gown. Hopefully no one was ogling her through the door as she changed...
What more was there to do? She sat down on the bed and waited for the doctors to notice her...
Renee heard her father's words, but did not acknowledge him. She refused to. The man who would do this to her was not her father. The woman, not her mother.
The doctors were there too, reading over forms. The traitors who would be her parents were signing the final papers the doctors would need. A nurse was approaching with a needle. They were taking no chances with her. Renee didn't flinch at the cold bite of the needle. She just let the numbness spread through her arm until the too-familiar faux sleep took her.
* * *
She awoke slowly, awareness coming back to her gradually. The room wasn't much different, but at least she was no longer strapped to the bed. The various technological attachments had been removed, leaving bruised and aching holes in her arms. Her stitches itched, and she had to fight the urge to scratch at them. She would only hurt herself, and in here, even the slightest suggestion of self-harm would only prolong her sentence.
It was just as she had imagined it. A high narrow window with wire reinforcing the two sheets of frosted glass. It would let in light, but she could never see out of it. A similar window in the door, but this one had a sliding cover on the other side. It was open at the moment. Obviously they would want to know when she woke up...
There was a table and two chairs in the middle of the room, and a bookshelf opposite the bed. It was empty, save for Gideon's Bible. What was that doing in the room of a patient who claimed to have stabbed herself for metaphysical reasons? Idiots.
Her travel bag was sitting on the end of the bed by her feet. She leaned closer and read the note sitting on top.
Dear Renee,
We packed some clothes and books for you. We wanted to give you a diary, but they wouldn't let us. They thought if you had a pen or pencil you might hurt yourself. We didn't know what else you would want, so we packed some chocolate for you too. We will visit you soon.
Love,
Mother and Father
Love. As if.
She opened the bag and, sure enough, there were a number of items of clothing within. Mainly old tracksuits, t-shirts and tank-tops. None of her velvet or leather, of course. There was no reason to wear those things in here, but the idea that she would not be able to make herself beautiful still bothered her. It was simply something she did.
Then again, it was hardly the only part of her routine that would be broken in here.
The books were fairly innocuous, fantasy novels she had enjoyed at a younger age. Still, better than the Bible for passing the time...
They had packed Bounties for her, her favourite chocolates with the coconut inside. Had they come from anyone else but her parents, the thought would have touched her. But coming from them, it just felt hollow. Still, there was little pleasure to be had in this place. She tore open one of the chocolates immediately. No doubt she would consume the rest before the day was out... by the clock on the wall, it was before three in the afternoon...
She placed the chocolate on the table and turned her back to the door, pulling off the hospital gown and hastily throwing on a pair of gray tracksuit pants and a black tank top. It was good to be out of the damn hospital gown. Hopefully no one was ogling her through the door as she changed...
What more was there to do? She sat down on the bed and waited for the doctors to notice her...
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