(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f136/jouzinka/nemazat/Kimberly03.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=43457.msg2097564#msg2097564)<br/><hr/><br/>Kim realized a long time ago that the best way to get around was to keep up the pace and her mouth shut. That way she managed to stay sober and out of the heavy drugs most of the time. But was being drugged really that bad?<br/><br/>As she looked around herself in the transport, she really didn't have answer to that. The straight jacket was once again tied too tight for her and the seat was pretty cold under her bottom. These tunics were really something she'd hardly get ever used to. Embarrassing.<br/><br/>The transport abruptly stopped and Kim heard voices outside, looking up with hope. One would get schizophrenic just from being locked up in this metal case for long enough, with those people. She looked at their faces and the emptiness of their expressions scared her, making her shrug.<br/><br/>When her arms were tied in the jacket, she was being pulled around by her hair, she got quite used to it already. But when she stepped from the transport to the rockfall that covered the road, she yelped, looking reproachingly at the man who pulled her out. Pushing her shoulder towards the building he only said: "Move it!" though not after giving her a wicked satisfied smile at seeing her pain.<br/><br/>'Now who's the lunatic here?' Kim thought.<br/><br/>Standing next to the boy on the wheelchair she was watching the painting on the ceiling when the doctor rammed the hype into the boy's neck. She tried to do her best to look as if she didn't care at all, inspecting the ceiling still, yet she jumped a little at the quick movement. Panic and fear once again took hold of her as she waited to be drugged too, but thankfully today she wasn't interesting enough for anyone to notice her and after this little drama the doctor turned on his heel, while someone pulled Kim into her room.<br/><br/>The woman sat her on a snow-white bed in a room with snow-white walls and equally snow-white bars in the window. When the woman turned to leave Kimberly stood up, saying: "Ma'am?"<br/><br/>Surprisingly enough the nurse stopped and turned. Kim motioned for the straight jacket, "Could I have this... removed?" showing her best puppy-dog pleading face, but doubting it would help her. "It has to be the doctor's decision, sweetie," she said, "I'll tell him." Kim's face lost a little color, but then she managed to push a "Thank you," past her lips as the nurse turned on her heel and left the room, locking the door with two turns of the key.<br/><br/>Kim lay on the bed and even though it was a little uncomfortable, she pushed aside the creepy feeling she had from this place and waited.