Emmaline's Story, Institutionalization, Mental Illness, Passion's Invocation, Psychological Fiction

Emmaline’s Story 4

4 Fenced-In Mates



Slowly, I made my way toward something looming in the distance. Soon, I could make out an enormous fence. I ran my fingers over the rough-hewn, chain links, peering through it in abject horror. My eyes followed the trail of my fingers as high as I could reach and then I raised them to the top.

The fence was adorned with coiled, razor wire affixed lewdly atop like life-threatening graffiti; a detestable contrast to the blue, cloudless sky. Everything outside looked so peaceful, so friendly and normal, it made my heart ache. My knees gave way and I sank to the ground, unable to pry my eyes from the hideous razor wire.

We’re not patients. We’re incarcerated prisoners, inmates with no hope of escape! This isn’t jail. It’s hell! Verifiable hell!  

Danica’s first words to me rang in my ears, “By the way, welcome to hell.”

Did she know how right she was? Her three days and nights here must have seemed unending. 

The sun set and night fell with a damp chill. I didn’t notice. I sat, from dawn to dusk with downcast eyes, my fingers tightly wound around chain links in hopeless misery. I clung to the only tangible hatred I had; that which trapped me inside, in more ways than I could bear.

My world was drastically reduced. There were only two places in existence now, inside and out there.

Inside were endless, desperate, days and nights stretching out before me. Outside was an elusive dream; all ‘look but don’t touch,’ like some museum painting, cordoned off and guarded by goons.

Danica came to collect me, but I doubted it was possible. All hope was shattered. I was shattered. No one would be able to find the pieces of me I’d lost.

Great, I’m suicidal Humpty Dumpty.

I sat hugging my knees, weeping in futile rage. Never had I been so lost, so alone or so impossibly trapped. I knew then, that I was entirely at the mercy of the merciless. I couldn’t breathe, move or speak.

Danica pried my fingers from the chain links whispering, “Come on, Em’. Come inside with me.”

She helped me to stand throwing my arm around her shoulder as we stumbled back, shrouded in darkness that masked the tears streaking down my face. She patted my back gently, saying, “Shhh. There, there. It’s going to be okay.”

Everything in me wanted to plead for an answer I knew she didn’t have,

How? How is it going to be okay! Tell me how, please! 

I had no voice, no words, and I knew it would be fruitless to ask.

She sat me at the edge of my bed, saying in a hushed tone, “Be right back,” as she scooted from the room and returned with paper towels. She wiped my face and cleaned me up whispering soothingly all the while.

As my sobs subsided, Danica sat down next to me taking my hands in hers, “Remember,” she whispered, “Show no fear. It makes you an easy target. Don’t give them that.”

I knew she was right. I thought of rent-a-goon, just waiting for an easy victim. She would shred me at every chance and lay in wait, relishing her next opportunity.

Finally I wiped away the last of my tears, set my jaw and straightened my back, adopting a less devastated posture, and then hugged Danica hard. I mouthed my thanks to her. She hugged me back, looped her pinky through mine and said, “Sisters. Promise?”

I promised nodding affirmatively with a weak smile and promised myself, then and there, I wasn’t going down without unleashing an unholy war.

Danica went to her bed stretching and yawning, and for reasons I couldn’t fathom, I felt a ton better, like I’d been suffocating in a world that had caved in on me. Danica was my buffer, my pocket of air. For better or worse, she was now my sister in sins committed and those we would commit.
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Passion's Invocation, Thursday Thrills

Kandice’s Induction

Thursday Thrills


 Kandice’s Induction

NotBrothel 1-31-2013

Kandice and Shondra were becoming fast friends. With both of them in their junior year of college, the tuition was steep and the unpaid bills were piling up on Kandice’s small desk in her dorm room.


The two spoke many times, of the hardships of college tuition and the cost of  books and supplies, but Kandice wondered how Shondra afforded the fancy automobile and flashy jewelry she often wore, not to mention the off-campus housing. It contained all the niceties and finery that she could only dream of.


Having their last class together meant that Shondra would give her a ride back to the dorm. Kandice appreciated that her good friend was so caring and generous, and that she didn’t have to hoof it all the way across campus carrying her laden book bag. Shondra looked after her like a mother at times.


Today she climbed into the Chevy and watched her push the keys into the ignition. One key in particular caught her eye. It was very large and resembled an old skeleton key.


“Brass,” Kandice thought, “and looks like it goes to a castle… or a dungeon,” and her heart skipped a beat.


A small shiver ran down her spine but she shook it off and stretched her delicate fingers to fondle the ornate key. 


“What’s this go to,” she inquired.


Shondra smiled widely,  “You’ll see,” she replied, “It unlocks a secret club,” she said without looking at her.


“Huh?” Kandice asked.


“Shhh,” Shondra shushed her with a smile but said nothing until she rounded the curve and pulled into a parking space.


Kandice sat, wildly curious, waiting and wondering why she had stopped here. Finally she pushed the passenger door open.


“Pull the door shut and roll up the windows,” Shondra instructed as she stayed Kandice with a hand to her shoulder.


Kandice did as Shondra asked and waited pensively.


Finally Shondra took a deep breath and began, “You and I,” “We’re practically sisters. Right?” Her eyes fixed on Kandice’s as though she were trying to look right down into her soul.


“Of course,” Kandice replied, “I tell you things I wouldn’t confess to my priest!”


“Yes well…” Shondra’s voice faded and she cleared her throat to continue, “This place, where we are right now, looks like any other dorm. Actually, it’s a club… of sorts. From here on you are sworn to secrecy,” she added sternly.


Kandice shook her head in agreement, nodding for her to continue.


“You must have wondered how I can pay my tuition and still afford this car,” she stated intuitively, “Haven’t you?”


Again Kandice nodded nervously, but was overcome by curiosity.


“It’s a club of college girls,” she said, “We uhhh… work here,” she said matter-of-factly.


“Work,” Kandice asked, “What work do you do here?”


“We invite certain people to join us… keep them company, fool around a little,” she stated as her eyes settled on a door with a large brass knocker perched beneath a sign.


“Let me ask you something,” Shondra said without waiting for reply, “Do you want to make easy money and pay off that pile of bills in your room,” she inquired holding Kandice’s gaze with her own.


Kandice smiled tentatively, “Yes! You know I’m desperate!”


“Then it’s time for your induction,” Shondra smiled without mirth, “Follow me.”


Kandice followed dutifully, wondering exactly what lay behind that large door.


As Shondra inserted the brass key into the lock, Kandice read the sign posted above the door knocker.

“This is not a brothel.

There are no prostitutes at this address.”


Shondra turned the key in the lock, already knowing that her shy friend had read the sign.


“It’s supposed to look like a sorority prank. You know… college girls goofin’ on the police, the Dean and such.”


Kandice’s stomach gave a lurch as Shondra held the door open for her.


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