Lisa Rowe, you crazy bitch.

[lifer_like_me]

Having been locked away in isolation begins to drive one a bit crazy after a long while, and Lisa was already unsettled enough. Not only had her best friend, or someone she considered to be so, called her soulless, but now she’d left her alone in this place. This rotten to the core hell hole run by the ever snide black nurse-maid, and she just

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[beautifullygood]

"You look just as lost as I felt," Aaron smiles, gently, reassuringly at Lisa. He knows exactly how it feels to stumble into this place, confused and frightened and not having any idea where you are.

"I'm Aaron Davis," he offers, stepping closer to her carefully. "I promise you're not crazy, this place really exists."

[lifer_like_me]

Lisa's back stiffens and her eyes shoot over to Aaron, watching him suspiciously. Then she laughs a hollow laugh, and her smile certainly doesn't reach her eyes, "I'm not? Well Dr. Dyke certainly has a /very/ different opinion."

"So what part of my mind did you come from, Aaron?" she approaches him slinkily, still in her white hospital gown, "Are you one of the guys from my /wonderful/ memories of the bus stop? Is this my subconscious trying to tell me that I've fucked my life over --- cause I know that already? Have I completely distroyed any hope of leaving this hospital? This fucking cell?"

[beautifullygood]

"The hospital?" The gown makes sense, in that case. "I'm not sure where you were before, but you're not there, now. And -- I'm real. I hope I am, anyway." He'd entertained the idea that he'd actually snapped, at some point during his own stay at the hospital, and this was all some crazy dream. But it had lasted much too long for any sort of hallucination.

"If it helps, I was committed, too. Though probably for a different reason than you were."

[lifer_like_me]

"Committed. I've been committed. For eight years. My best friend just left me, my parents never wanted me, I'm a fucking whore and now I'm in solitary confinement," she takes a step back away from him, "This place... it's got to be the drugs."

The more he tries to put it off as real, the most Lisa doubts her eyes. Hallucinations lie, and after the drugs, ex-junkie that she was, she didn't doubt that this might be a flashback, "The world just doesn't change like that. It's not possible-- VALERIE!!! HEY, VAL!" She looks up at the ceiling, turning in a circle, "LET ME OUT OF HERE..."

[beautifullygood]

Aaron rests a gentle hand on Lisa's shoulder, speaking quietly, calmly. "I was exiled from my family, from my religion because I fell in love with a man. I tried to commit suicide, so my parents sent me to an asylum, where they tried to cure me of being gay. We all have our reasons for going a little crazy, sometimes. But if you take a step back and look at it, it's not so bad."

[lifer_like_me]

Reflexively, Lisa jerks away from his touch, "Not so bad? I'm stuck in hell. And the doctors and the nurses, they can kiss my ass, because they want me to change. And I never will because talking gets you no fuckin' where, and I'm so screwed up in the head. So what's the fucking point, huh?"