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Post by Allison Clark on Jul 23, 2009 4:27:30 GMT
Allison was sitting on her bed, staring into oblivion. It was early afternoon. It was almost time for her medicine, but it never came. Suddenly the room grew scary. The bed looked unstable, and began creaking as she lept from it, and stood in the middle of the room.
Then she ran towards her door and tried to open it. Now she was locked in here. Allison sat in the middle of the floor and clutched her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she began chanting to herself, trying to calm herself down.
Before long, the guards shouted and the psyciatrist came in and gave her her usual medicine and shortly after that she calmed down and was lying in her bunk. This was the third time this week they had forgiven to give Allison her paranoia medicine. Her bipolarness was fine. But around here, it wasn't like there was anything to trigger it, except herself.
Then her door swung open again, the guard stood in the doorway, blocking her only exit out of this place. She wouldn't even know where to go anyway. This was the only home she had now. "You have a visitor." He said, his deep voice booming about the small room. Allison had no idea who it would be.
Her head cocked and she had a puzzled look on her face. No one at all ever came to visit her. Maybe they made a mistake, maybe it was Laurie Strode's son coming to visit. Which those were few and far between, maybe he was in a good mood though. Allison liked to listen to them talk, and hear Laurie ramble on about Michael Myers.
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