Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

Footsteps on the lino floor in the hallway told Josie the nurse was coming. Cracking her eyes open- they felt like they were full of sand- she managed to turn her head to watch the door. It was always closed these past few days, as if they thought a peice of mere wood could stop her where too many drugs and very thick restraints had failed.

"Good morning, Miss Rhydderch," Amy the blond chirped, setting a small cup of pills down on the bedside table. Stuart the security man stood at the door, watching her. Paranoid much? What was she going to do, squirm at them? Josie rolled her eyes at him and turned to the nurse.

( We make people look at themselves harder and harder till they know how to lie properly so everyone else won't see )

With her impending councelling session in less than an hour, Josephine was spending the time as far away from her room as she could. Sooner or later they'd find her, there weren't any true hiding places around here, but she was going to make it as difficult for them as possible, as always. She'd acquired a pass to go outside from one of the new nurses and was wandering around on the damp grass, examining the fences. They were high, concrete walls, covered in parts in ivy. Never, of course, enough ivy to hold a person's weight, even some of the extreme anorexics they had in here. The ivy was some vain attempt to make the Ward look less of a prison, but it was the same school of thought that believed two way mirrors were supposed to convey some feeling or privacy.

( The demon attraction )

They'd taken her clothes away until she agreed to play nice with the younger girls, no more threatening to stab them with pencil leads while they were writing their little letters. She'd only been playing, but they took everything way too seriously here. So until she could wrap one of the junior nurses back round her little finger, she'd be sporting this stylish whist sack of a gown.

It had been a pretty bland kind of week, until the news reached her that there was a new girl, somewhere near her age, somewhere down the hall. Attempted suicide but in denial about it and something unspecific about Gods. Interesting. Josephine turned over ideas of the girl for a couple of days, biding her time and listening to what (the disgustingly smitten) Damien had to say about her, but after a week she was just too bored to stay in her room.

She wandered down the hall at three one afternoon, ignoring the children littering the place, till she found the new girl's door. Folding her bare arms under her breasts, she leaned against the doorframe and smiled. "Hello Renee."

( Circling )