"Speak up or I'll put you in the dark room again," the pudgy gray-haired woman belted as she wagged the red bow that Dasi wore when she first arrived at Green Oaks.
|The Dark Room | ©LiteraryJunkie|
Dasi's parents had grown tired of bailing her out of jail. Her troubles started on her eighteenth birthday. She didn't waste one second high-tailing it out of her prison-like childhood home. But, the taste of freedom drove her into doing things that landed her in a holding cell more than a few times. So, when the doctor diagnosed her with a mental illness it was her parent's golden ticket out. Without a second thought, they signed on the dotted line. They kissed their only child goodbye and vanished from her life forever.
"Do you hear me talking to you?"
Dasi never uttered a word. Instead, she sat there with an intense stare. She contemplated the woman's next step in her direction. Then, Dasi launched quick and powerful. But, she was no match for the woman's curdling scream that beckoned the buff men in white.
One by one they tackled Dasi to the floor until the dingy white straight jacket broke her fighting spirit.
"I warned you. Now they'll do to you as they please. If you make it out alive I expect you recite our script word for word. Your stay here was the best thing that ever happened to you. Everyone treated you with respect and kindness. Or we'll report you missing. Your criminal background won't cause a stir. Good luck in there." She turned the lights off and locked the big wooden door behind her. Yet and still, Dasi remained silent. Only time would tell if she made it out the dark room alive.