Thread: Seven minds. One body. (Rskde x SketchyEquine)

Christine The devious drunk. Sarah The sheepish girl. Richard The violent one. Kaitlin The nerd. Bertha The old, motherly woman. Wendy The murderer. Bree The original. Bree sat silently in her room, staring out the barred window. The weather outside looked so beautiful. She missed going outside. She had not been allowed outside the entire time she had been housed in this facility a rehab center for the clinically insane. That was how they ruled her insane. Bree didn't think she was insane. Maybe one of her personalities was insane, but Bree wasn't. She was just your average twenty something girl. She liked spending time with friends and working. She enjoyed good food and local bars. She lived a simple life. Except, of course, the fact that she was crazy. Bree had Dissociative Identity Disorder . This meant that she had multiple individual people all living inside her mind. Each one of her identities had a different personality, set of interests, collection of characteristics, and motive. Unfortunately, one of her identities had a very cynical set of motives. Wendy. Wendy served as Brees protector, and the identity took it upon herself to rid the world of a few abusive individuals Brees parents and, more recently, Brees ex boyfriend. That decision, made by only one of the identities, landed all seven of them in a modern insane asylum. But, how could a judge only incarcerate one of Brees puzzle pieces? It was the only way. A buzzer sounded throughout the building. Bree stood, wearing her issued grey sweatpants and white t-shirt and waited in view of the door with her hands in plain sight. It was standard procedure, and if you broke it you weren't allowed to go to the community room. There patients could interact and meet their social needs so long as they were determined safe to interact with the rest of the crazy people community here at the facility. Bree has been here for several weeks, but only the last few days had she been allowed to go to the community room and interact with the other patients. She enjoyed it even though the guards were mean and the other patients usually weren't very good conversation. The majority would just glare or mumble to themselves, but at the very least the change of scenery was good for morale. Therefore, Bree always acted right when the buzzers went off and always took the anxiety medication they gave her in the morning to help keep Wendy at bay. No one liked it when Wendy came out. The guard came in and Bree gave a soft smile, showing her hands. Good morning, sir. She whispered, holding her arms up in the air as the man patted her down to make sure she didn't have anything that wasn't allowed, of course there was nothing to find. Then she walked out into the hallway as directed and smiled as she headed towards the community room. There were a few other patients in the hall, all older and slower than Bree, so she speed walked past and claimed herself a spot in the community room before anyone else could take it. The 23 year old pale redhead sat in the bay window, her rump resting on a pillow as she soaked up the suns rays with a smile. Gosh. It really was so beautiful outside. Bree soon managed to drag her eyes away from the sunshine and allowed herself to look around the room. In the simplest terms she was people watching. In all honesty there probably werent more interesting people to watch go about their day than the crazies. They were always doing interesting and unexpected things that might make someone smile or cringe. Nothing was ever simple in a mental hospital and they were all here for similar reasons they were fucked up and they had fucked up. Simple. Easy. Understandable. But not a single one of these people would ever admit they were a danger to society- Bree included. After all... Bree wasnt dangerous. Wendy and Richard were dangerous, but Bree wasnt. Actually, Bree was quite sheepish due to so many years of abuse. Light eyes continued scanning the room until they finally feel on something very interesting to Bree. A man. A young man, to be specific, and there werent many people around her age in this place. Her brows rose a bit in surprise as she just stared at him. She has never seen him before, so that meant one of two things. Either he had gotten in trouble and kept in his room the last few days when they had actually allowed Bree out or he was a new arrival. Bree just stared at him, head slightly askew, and she waited. She couldnt help but wonder what made him crazy like the rest of them. He looked normal, at least from where she sat in the warm sunshine with her baggy clothes eating up her feminine figure.