Chapter 1: The Facility

There were many people walking around in thin white clothes that looked like they were made of paper. Some behaved normally as the chatted with normally dressed people, while others looked like they were deep in thought as they were escorted by large men in matching scrubs.

When I asked my father where we were. He didn't answer as he grabbed my wrist in a painfully tight grip, but I didn't complain. I didn't want to disappoint him anymore then I already had. As we walked in many people stared at us and watched me with pity but I didn't understand why.

When got the front desk the receptionist a blonde woman with striking pale green eyes glanced at me obviously still dazed and looked disapprovingly at my father before regaining a professional smile, "How may I help you?"

My father jerked me forward as he said "This thing is too sick for me to handle so I have brought her here to the professionals."

The receptionist barely stopped herself from swearing at my father as she kept a very forsed smile on her lips, "Sir this facility is for those who pose a danger to the people around them with violent outbursts. The people here usually need lifelong care and are not expected to reenter society. I can recommend multiple juvenile facilities and programs that may be better equiped to assist you with at home care....."

My father didn't let her finish as he handed her a folder and said, "Then this place is perfect, here is her file and a note from her psychologist."

I look at my father confused. I never went to a psychologist so why do I have a folder?

"Her mother was animal that killed for sport and money. A sociopath incapable of feeling and this thing is just like her. Take her before she kills someone herself."

The reception took one look at my confused expression and knew whatever was in folder was likely forged but without proof what could she say. This wasn't the first time she had seen parents had a child they wanted out of their sight locked away at other more confortable facilities, but it was the first time she had seen one go this far, to lock their kid up in a place like this. A place filled with patients known for their many violent and excremely dangerous episodes.

"This poor child. If anyone is an animal its this trash that dares call himself a father." The receptionist thought as she processed the information in the file and called a Doctor down to receive her after telling them her suspicions.

Not long after, a young docter came down, he was a little sloppy likely having just come from assisting with a patient after an episode but his deep dark blue eyes and black hair still really made him stand out. He wasnt super handsome, maybe average at best but his eyes shined with so much gentle, soothing kindness that without meaning to tears started to form in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. Crying was bad, Dad said so. I'm not allowed to cry.

As he neared us he knelt down infront of me, "Hello, there. Aren't you adorable, my name is Dr. Kindlin. What's your name?"

"It's name is in the file?" The docter frown when he heard my father speak and gave him a side eye before ignoring him as he waited for me to answer.

"Raven." I whispered without thinking as my father glared at me. Raven was the name my mother gave me, Father doesn't allow me to use it. At school they call me Cadmean, my father had my name changed not long after Mom died. He named me after one of Echidna's (Greek goddess of Monsters) children, the Cadmean Vixen. He said I should never forget that I came from a Monster, but I love the name Mom gave me.

She use to say that Ravens are a gift upon the earth meant to cleanse the world so the living can live healthy fulfilling lives. Dad doesn't agreed and after Mom passed away he threw out everything that belonged the her, even my name.

"That's a beautiful name, Raven. It's wonderful to meet you. Why don't we go in that room right over there have a talk while Dad waits out here. That sound ok?"

I was about to agreed when an old man I regonized interrupted him "That won't be nessary. Complete her abimission and assign her a room." Then he turn to my father, "It's been hard on you but rest assured we'll take it from here." This was the man that did my mother's evaluation. I look at my Father confused.

"Hard on him? But what did I do wrong? I got straight A's, always came straight home after school, never complained, and was always obediently listened to every word he said. What did I miss? I don't understand" I thought to myself. "Is whatever I missed the reason I'm here." I kept looking back and forth from my father to the old Doctor trying to see what I missed.

"Yes, it has. It's time she came here as we discussed years ago."

I felt my world crumble around me ar his words. My ears were ringing and my mind struggled to process what he said. My heart beat speak up ad my breathing became shallowed as a thought crossed my mind. "Was everything I did for you worthless in your eyes. Every sleepless night I studies through so I could bring you an A, every friend I lost because I couldn't go to their birthday party so I could make sure to be home so you wouldn't worry, everytime I sat there while you drank and made sure you went to bed and gave you medicine in he morning, everytime you told me to clean the already spotless house when I was working on my homework without complaint, all of my efforts all these years. Was it all worthless to you?"

Black spots began to cloud my vision as I look at my father with tears running down my face. "Did you ever love me? Were all my efforts to not worry you, to make you proud of me, worthless to you?" I didn't mean to say it out loud but it just slipped out as I stared at my Father's cold jade eyes that matched mine.

"What efforts, you are nothing but a worry to me. You're just like your mother." I don't remember what happened after that. Next time I woke up I was strapped to bed.