notmytomorrow.livejournal.com[[Feed starts off, and it's very dark. The only things that can *really* be seen are the whites of Lisa's eyes, some blonde hair, and her teeth as she talks. She speaks in a whisper, voice low and frantic.]]
They're going to give me shocks, I just know it. I can't do anything to stop it. They're going to...put me in the white room. They have one; I saw it! Just like at Brookhaven and the Sanitarium. They've...been...too nice to me lately, way too nice. They...started bringing me my pills to my room instead of making me get up and take them myself and stand in line and all that. It's strange behaviour, definitely.
[[There's the sound of a door opening, and then a nurse calling out, "Checks!" Lisa's breath hitches in her throat, eyes shutting tightly. "Miss Garland?" A moment later and the light comes on to reveal Lisa sitting in the corner of the shower, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet.]]
Miss Garland? We need to run a blood test.
[[And then, promptly, Lisa begins to cry and starts to beg for her to not take her away, and the feed times out as we see the nurse coming to comfort her sympathetically.]]