Wicked (totes_wicked) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-11-03 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !closed, z: om1: character: wicked, z: om1: event: nightmares |
character:Wicked, OTA
setting: Somewhere black and white
content: Electroshock therapy
summary: Wicked, an all-American girl with All American dreams. Or so it may seem. Wicked has a dangerous flaw. She's a mutant!
Mother and Father weren't talking to her, neither of them. Were they going on a family trip? That couldn't be the case since only her bags were packed. All she could think about was prom. She was going to miss it! Why would mother spend all that time looking for a dress with her if she wasn't going to get to go with Danny? Did they not approve? Father seemed to like him and mother just thought he was the most. Wicked couldn't fathom what this was all about. They came into her room that morning and told her to begin packing her things. Mother was crying and father seemed really upset.
Maybe it was that D in Home ec. She couldn't bake worth a darn. Maybe it was because she made such a fuss about that skirt, above the knee was maybe a little too short after all. She wrung her white gloved hands, worried about what this trip was all about. But then is dawned on her. Oh gosh She thought I did that thing again didn't I? She needed to fix this; she needed the fix this before they got too far from home. Maybe she could get them to turn around. But it was too late they had arrived.
A hospital? But Wicked felt fine. Suddenly she was being greeted with a straight jacket and being whisked away into the building on a stretcher.
"Wait, no this...this isn't right I won't do it again! I'll stop, just don't leave me here!" she cried.
"Now sweetheart you know that's not true." Father said
"Yes you can't stop it on your own. The doctors and nurses are here to help." Mother explained.
"Help? Help with what. I'm fine! Nothing's wrong with me. Mother please!" Wicked pleaded.
"You are a very troubled child, but we're going to set you straight." The Doctor chimed in.
"I blame the Rock n Roll." The nurse tsked as she prepped the psychotron.
"Quite! Now bite down on this Wicked, we can't have you swallowing your tongue."
They shoved the strap in her mouth and placed the ends of the psychotron on her temples and cranked the machine on.
"Look away June, it's ugly but it has to be done." Father warned.