Lost and/or found

[Lessien Melwasul]

[Lessien Melwasul]

3 Month S.O.A.P
3-July-2008

[Lessien Melwasul]

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Come in Lessien. Come in." Dr. Alberts didn't look up at her as she crossed the threshold. There was no need to. That damnable Cheshire smirk would be plastered to her face as it had been every day since the drugs had withdrawn from her daily routine two months ago. That, plus her drug induced catonia brought her to a grand total of 8 months of care and about the equal number of steps backwards. The result? Zero progress. He looked up, catching her rubbing the circulation back into her often restrained wrists.~

"So how are we today? Hmm?" He folded his hand in front of his mouth and waited for nothing. He didn't have to wait long at all. "Ross" ~Betty let her hair fall over her eyes.~ "Do we have to do this every single time?" ~She kicked the desk with the heel of her bare foot two times.~ "Chop chop ducky." ~Alice looked him in the eyes as she always did. The poor little egg man.~ "If you want to look under the bridge..." ~Betty settled back into the chair.~ "You have to pay the fucking troll, Lover."

Doctor Alberts had stopped sighing at least a month ago. He simply opened the second drawer down on the left and placed a virgin pack on the desk top along with an untouched book of matches that he would count as soon as this "session" was over.

She was actually a very ritualistic person if one actually sat down and watched her as he had for much too long. She opened the pack the same way each and every day. Never hurried. Always folding the foil back. ~A faint smile at the smell of tobacco and the flood of memories.~ She always took the first match on the left, and never missed a strike before blowing the flame from existence and tossing the spent stick on the floor. She almost seemed to stretch out as the smoke filled her lungs. She would watch the smoke drift above there heads before Alice would find his eyes again. The ritual was now complete.

"Now Ross" ~Betty pulled her legs up on to the chair with her in exaggerated comfort.~ "What ever shall we talk about today, hmm?" ~Alice felt sorry for him already.~

[Lessien Melwasul]

December 12, 2008: 9:03pm

~The daily ritual occurred again, until the thick scent of toasted tobacco filled Dr. Alberts once sterile office. His office would have to be burned to the ground twice to restore it to that long forgotten state again. Betty held her eyes on him, letting her foot swing loosely just above the floor. She could feel his frustration and it bored her to tears.~

"Give it up, Lover." ~She said with little interest or actual focus on the man across the desk. Alice yawned with a

long

exhale.~

"Tinker, tinker little man. Look into my eyes and sing."

~Betty let the tapering ash fall to the floor still below them all.~

"Oh yes. Sing that fucking song that everyone sings when they try to fix something that has absolutely nothing wrong." ~Annoyance once again licked at her lips from the inside.~ "What were those words again? 'Her name was fucking futility and I was her well-meaning whore'?" ~Betty gave a half assed attempt at a melody while Alice kept the foot swaying into the invisible chorus.~

[Lessien Melwasul]

December 13, 2008: 8:55pm

~The body of Lessien Melwasul rocked back and forth in waves of laughter. She hadn't laughed so hard in years as Betty held her stomach and Alice wiped a tear. All eyes in the Day Room were on her. No one saw the newspaper on the floor.~


~Betty sighed as the laughter slowly ran its course.~

"Life is too good to me."

"A perfect, little dream."

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Oh, Dr. Alberts!"

~Betty screamed in orgasmic, mocking glee.~

"Pretty, pretty."~Alice leaned forward across the desk, palms sliding smooth across the grain. They squeaked of pine scented Pledge.~

"When are you going to learn? I'm not the one in trouble here, Lover. It is most definitely you."

~They each peered at him through the raising tail of toxic smoke with Alice dismayed most of all. He was not going to get it.~

"They never will."

~Betty eased back into her chair, just a little.~

"She's right you know. Maybe we should call her Doctor Alice, since you don't have a fucking clue."

~Alice inhaled sweetly and with a small slice of pride before looking inside.~

"Sing it to me."

~Betty cracked a Cheshire grin.~

"Sweet, sweet Alice."

~A long drag from the filtered end.~

"I think I'll do just that."

~...~

Slam!!!!

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Impact craters radiated from the bare heels of her feet through the wood backing of Dr. Albert's desk. The impact had been immediate and left the poor doctor folded like a pawn shop accordion. His head laying on the desk surface with shallow breaths escaping his fish gaped lips. Betty momentarily kept silent with an ear towards the door. Alice kept her eyes quite clear and focused. The cavalry was not arriving it seemed. All remained quiet as Betty let her heels grind in slow against the desk.~

"That's better."

"Much."

~The release had been pleasurable to say the least. Dr. Alberts only wheezed a pathetic, half cough.~

"Is that your call for help, Lover?"

~The heels turned ever so slightly.~

"State run Psychiatric facilities have never been a high budget priority, "Doctor". Now if this had been a private hospital and you had applied yourself and gone to a real school..."

"Make a wish."

~Alice laid her head on the desk next to his as Betty finally let her heels return to the floor.~

"Well. Then, maybe none of this would be happening at all."

"It's like a dream."

~Alberts coughed with a mist of blood this time.~

"Time."

~Betty drug a finger through the mist.~

"Time is something you officially don't have."

~One floor down and behind the double doors a baker's dozen of assorted misfits and criminal refuse began their annual rendition of Jingle Bells as the minimum wage staff sang along.~

~Betty couldn't hear a thing, but perhaps it was Alice that caught a particularly boisterous verse about a sleigh. Only then did Betty grin again.~

"Now whatever could we want from Christmas? Dear me."

~Alice sighed.~

"Doctor... any ideas?"

~It was a rhetorical question.~

~

[Lessien Melwasul]

December 26, 2008, 5:30am

~An ambulance pulled away with some urgency from the rear of the Illinois Psychiatric Society. The male 'nurses' mumbled something about the poorly lit stair well, five flights of stairs, Dr. Alberts, death trap and the chances of landing another job in an imploding economy. The heavy door locked back into place, blotting out the fading siren of Dr. Alberts escape. He would live and return. Or live and take those cooking classes he had always wished he had taken. Either way. He would live. Say what you want about making a deal with the Devil, at least she kept her word.~

~The form of Lessien Melwasul walked out the front door, stretching her arms above her head in the very faintest light of the first dawn before slipping her dark lenses over her oh so sensitive eyes. She dug her hands into her returned and road worn coat, past the signed release form that guaranteed her sanity under Illinois law in triplicate. Deeper into the pockets until her fingers touched a 6 month old pack of Lucky Strikes with two soldiers remaining.~

"My lucky day."

"I'll be lucky again."

~Betty smirked and silenced Alice with a filtered tip and a flutter of flame... her head lowered against the frigid Chicago wind. Slowly her head raised until her shaded eyes met the city sky line. The towers cutting their jagged line across the still growing dawn. One tower in particular cutting just a bit deeper than the others as she exhaled.

December 26, 2008, 5:52am~

"Now where was I..."