Find me here, I wait for you


Find me before time runs out


Olivia Gunter got an email from ST. Mary Mental Hospital. She thought for a while and went to the massive swimming pool. She passed through the hallway towards her family. A stone lion dribbled water into the metal basin, the tinkling sound giving an illusion of coolness in the desert heat. Olivia approached her husband, Herod Gunter. He was a middle-aged, powerfully built man. There was an air of keen intelligence and extreme self-importance about him. There was an air of keen intelligence and extreme self-importance about him. A languid smile stretches across his mouth on seeing his wife. Her white sleeveless dress fits her tall, statuesque body perfectly. She moved with a long, graceful stride that had not a trace of customary mincing quality women so often affected. Olivia locked eyes with her husband for an instant, by the waiting, expected gleam in his hard gray gaze. Their daughter, Nadia Gunter, together with her two brothers, Jack and Jeff Gunter, were swimming. Herod noticed something was amiss with his wife. “Something wrong, honey?” he asked. “I’ve got something to tell you. Promise me you won’t get angry with me.” He caressed her hand and said. “I won’t, you mean more than life itself,” Olivia told Hunter about her daughters. How she lost one, and what happened to the other. Herod’s lips thinned to a vicious line. He shot up, his expression that of a vengeful god. “How old was she when you sent her there?” he asked. “6 years old,” she answered. Herod sighed and said,” Honey, I’m not trying to alarm you, but you were wrong in leaving her there. Let’s hope she still can be saved.” Nadia ran toward them as soon as she got out of the pool. “Mum, I’m hungry.” “How do you feel about having a younger sister?” Herod asked. “Are you for real? I will be psyched. Is Mom pregnant?” Nadia asked. Olivia laughed and said,” No, it’s just that I have a daughter. “A daughter? How come I didn’t know about her?” she asked. Herod and Olivia look at each other. “She was… sick. She is now 12 years old.” Nadia squealed. “OMG! I’m going to be a big sis. I’ve always wanted to be one.” Nadia ran towards her brothers to tell them the good news. “You think it will turn out well?” Olivia asked Herod. “We will have to wait and see.”


Screams rent the air. Darkness seduced the room. A small girl appeared in a white dress.” Is someone out there?” she shouted. Suddenly, her hands were covered with blood. In front of her stood an older girl who bore a striking resemblance to her. Red hair, fair skin, but different eye color. Hers were emerald green while the older girl had almond brown eyes.” Iv…Ivy?” the small girl called out. A gunshot appeared on the older girl’s forehead. “Sam, why did you kill me?’’ she asked. At once, she woke up. It was all a nightmare. “Fuck,” Samantha murmured. “It is going to be a shitty day.” The metallic door opened, and in came a male nurse. He was a shrunken man with a froglike eye and light skin, which had now discolored, dotted with brown age spots. “Time to bathe!” he shouted. Her footsteps echoed along the hallway as she was led to the hallway. Showering was her favorite part of the morning. She could collect her thoughts and prepare herself for whatever the day might throw at her. Samantha Redwing was a small girl, aged 12, with erratic red hair. She had emerald green eyes with fair skin. The nurse led her to the dining hall. An oncoming roar of voices there slapped her on the face as she entered. It was a perfect bedlam of anger, hope, despair, and thirst for vengeance. “The girl is alive! Bummer.” Diego shouted. “Don’t be such a pessimist. Red, you are late. Thought Chunky killed you, isn’t that right, Chunky?” Chunky smiled at her with a degree of malevolence. He had cruelty in his eyes. “See, he also agrees.” Penny said. Samantha was served and sat to eat. Eros joined her at the table. He took a strand of her hair and smiled. Eros smiled imperiously at her. “You smell heavenly today. I wish I could fuck you up, right here, right now.” Samantha cursed herself for not braiding her hair. “It’s those assholes’ fault. He hurried me up while I was bathing.” Samantha thought to herself. She knew if she reacted, it would only get worse for her. Samantha sat there, devoid of human emotions, wearing an inscrutable mask. Eros got bored and decided to try something new. He slid his rough hand onto her shirt and trailed it on her skin. Samantha heard her breath gasp from her throat, as though from someone else. She was filled with impotent fury. He was about to move to her chest area when she reacted. In a flash, a fork lands between his legs, 1cm away from his dick. Gales of laughter rent the dining hall. “Careful, Eros. You don’t want to end up like Harry.” Penny said between laughter. Eros called out. “Red look,” He erected in that situation. “Red made Eros have a boner.’’ “Diego was born with a loudspeaker on his vocal cords,” Samantha thought as everyone turned to them. Eros took hold of her small hand and made her squeeze his dick. “Red, you have to suck it.” Suddenly, the bell rang, indicating time for lessons. The nurses led them to their separate classes. Every single individual in ST. Mary Mental Hospital was either a sociopath or a psychopath. Diego was well-known as Sandman. He kidnapped people and buried them in sinking sand with sacks. Penny and Chucky were a duo who killed by turning them into statues. Eros was a pedophile. He used kids, then killed them by suffocation. Harry was a philanderer. He then cut off their heads and stored them as trophies. Harry had tried attacking Red and struck him in the head. She was 10 years old at that time. He had been in a coma since that day. The group had “raised” Samantha Redwing to the girl she was. A penologist turned psychiatrist was sent to the mental hospital, and it has never been the same. He wanted to use a new method in treating mentally ill patients. Watson Yu was his name. He wanted them to embrace the monster in them. They were his lab rats. Diego was given human-like mannequins to play with. He could crush them into pieces on realizing they weren’t alive. Penny and Chucky were in a pottery class. Chucky always destroyed everything while Penny loved it. “Dear, it teaches us how to make better statues!” Eros played around with Red. He could be given paintings, and he would paint Samantha naked with big boobs and wide hips. “I’m going to marry her! We’re going to have kids when she is still young.” He would say. As for Red, she had personal lessons with Watson Yu. He was a wizened flagpole of a man with a tense, angry mien. She was his special project. He taught her about guns, chess, and financed her education. By the time she was 10 years old, she knew a high schooler. She was his bet; Samantha Redwing's photographic memory and analytical skills of a world-class chess player. His favorite was a 9mm Browning long pistol. He taught her how to use the guns so that she could face her monster. As Samantha entered the room, the spotlight reflected in his spectacles, and Watson Yu’s eyes briefly disappeared behind 2 blazing circles of white. “Come, Red. We’ve got work to do.” As a warm-up, she played chess.” Today, we are going to learn Morse code.” “Yes, master.” She watched him. His eyes always made her nervous. He looked…fractured, angry, and frustrated, and hungry all at the same time. “I wonder what happened to him that makes him this way.” Red thought to herself. He could let the psychopaths loose as punishment if she didn’t get it right. That led to the Harry incident. Another incident is that Chucky threw some chemicals on her. Some got into her eyes, and ever since, she has had geek glasses to be able to see. No one knows where Chucky got the chemicals. Another unpleasant incident, she asked Eros for help. In return, he asked Red to let him fuck her between her thighs. They got caught, and he was electrocuted while she was locked in a dark room with a slice of bread and a cup of water as a meal per day for a week. “You got it right on the first try. Good job, Red.” Unknown to Watson Yu, her friend from outside had already taught her. Samantha only cared about one psychiatrist. Hannah Crow. She was the Mother of the hospital. She taught Samantha music. “Music has emotions. It can excite, anger, disappoint, eradicate sadness, and bring happiness to a person.” She would say. Samantha loved to play the piano, her mother’s favorite. “My daughter learns well. Here, a gift.” Samantha made headphone covers of a wolf with red eyes in the art and craft class. The room was filled with piano tunes. "You are going to make a fine, perfect artist someday." Hannah declared.