Dolls House

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 2 (v.1) - Welcome

Submitted: December 15, 2014

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Chapter two welcome home

There was a knock on the door. In the centre of a circular, chestnut walled room a man sat at a cast iron desk, various papers scattered in front of him. On the walls were glass framed certificates of past commendations, recognitions, awards and the like. Dull metal filing cabinets were topped with wire mesh baskets overflowing with paperwork, but kept clear of the polished black and white tiled floor.

The man himself was small and had sleek dark brown hair which fell over his face as his head was bent over his work, his hand scurrying back and forth as he wrote. “Enter” he said quietly. The door was opened, and two men in white hospital uniforms walked inside, holding between them a girl in a simple dark grey dress and bare feet, her hair braided into a crown. She seemed drawn far within herself, her head also bowed to her chest; lose strands of dark hair drifting over trembling, fixated eyes. 

For a moment, the man at the desk did not look up but put his pen down once he finished his sentence.There was a cold silence as he leant back in his chair and placed his fingers together, regarding the creature across from him. Eventually nodding to the guards, one pulled out a metal stool that stood across from the table and the other placed the girl on it, who drew her knees in quietly, offering no sign of resistance. 

The man with dark hair sighed, and adjusted his glasses as he produced a clipboard from a drawer beneath the desk. “Ophelia White” he glanced up, but the girl made no response “seventeen years old, female, pale, tall, dark hair…”

 

“Pretty” the man cupped her face in his hand and she squirmed away from him “You almost couldn’t believe it of her” the voices seemed blurred, an echo strangely jumped in to remind her of her ear infection. Their faces too were blurred with her tears that they wouldn’t allow her to wipe away, two forceful hands holding her arms. The colours blurred red; the scent of blood even after she had left the train station was overpowering

 

“Emitted to Saint Agatha’s Hospital before arrest, charged with the mass murder of…twenty seven persons” 

 

“I recon…Mrs. White, in the train station, with the dagger” the inspector grinned, stirring a few laughs from the young police officers that accompanied him. A nurse scrubbed the dark red blood stains on her arms, which reached to her elbows. In the courtroom, she walked through screaming crowds, friends and family of the victims. The judges hammer banged down on the table as he called for order. In the crowds she could she Molly’s parents, their eyes filled with tears. She drowned in their hatred.

 

“Pleaded Innocent, sentenced to life…here” he glanced up at her again, his eyebrows raised “still stand by that?” 

There was a pause, before the girl seemed to struggled to prise her lips open, her fists clenched. “I..I just…” she croaked “it all went white…”  he carefully listened to her voice, quiet, soft, and attractive. “I woke up in hospital…I was covered in blood” 

She glanced up, meeting the mans eyes which were fixated, unhesitant. “And then…” he said in a soft mimicked, baby tone “the nasty men came and told you how you slashed open your girlfriends throat, and her stomach” 

Ophelia lunged forward, and the two guards grabbed her arms and waist, wrestling her back into the stool “Slash, slash, slash” the man continued as she gave a strangled scream “and then that nice boy and those lovely innocent people…you bad girl” 

 

her lawyer looked down at her briefcase, her face solemn as stone, unbelieving or forgiving, the judges face the same as the prosecution forced her to look up, and watch the security footage, to watch herself… “Is this you, Miss White?” he asked “do you deny that this girl is you?”

“yes” she whispered, a lone tear rolling down her cheek

 

“So heres the deal” the man now paced back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back. She breathed deeply, the guards hands on her shoulders “I’m not here to be nice to you sweetheart Your problems aren’t my problem, but your in my care now and if your a good girl then we’ll be good to you, its simple. Thats how the system works, your in the dolls house, that makes you a doll, and a doll…plays the game”

 

“All rise” shaking, Ophelia got to her feet was the jury re-entered the room. Somebody once told her that a jury never looks at a person its convicted, and not one of them looked her way. They dragged her from the stands, her nails tore across the wood, Far away she could hear a girl screaming and begging for forgiveness and realised it was her. She seemed to barely hear the judges sentence till they pulled her from the car outside the institution. An ancient victorian asylum loomed before her, the huge iron gates creaking in the wind. 

 

“You will call me Mr Door” he threw himself back into his chair which spun around, snatching up her clipboard and giving it a quick look over “Well, You’re paperwork is in order, Miss White, so to make a simple introduction. Welcome to the Dolls house Institute, were you will spend the rest of badly thought out life. Its an privately run asylum for the criminally insane women, such as yourself. Our unique corrective programme will have you introduced to the other girls and before you know it, this will be your new home…as long as you survive the week” 


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