Winter rain and Winter Woe."
She had repeated to herself many times over. The Seemingly simple words had molded into a complex rhyme with deadly twinge to it. There would be much to do before the week ended. One of these things would be to write that man to tell him what had been happening, or at least tell him somewhat of the truth. After all he did deserve to know.
The first of her actions would be to convince the doctor that she was well enough to have a pencil and a few leaves of paper. She knew that out of all of her tasks, this would prove to be the hardest. The doctor had many times over trusted her at all of the wrong times, which in every case turned deadly for one person or another. Her never gaining that mortality.
On her hourly visit by one of her two orderlies, being the fatter less bitchy one, she asked a favor of the woman. Which it had been the first time she had spoke in weeks. When the woman entered the lair of padding of the off-white color, she came in to a surprise. There before her sat Wynter in all of her splendor. Though the straight jacket took away from it all, she did in fact have a look of calmness to her. Which was rather unfamiliar to the
orderly, her (Wynter) looks had always been cold and distant. The woman had a flare of interest spark up when she began to look Wynter over closer.
"Miss.." Wynter's voice was harsh and raspy due to the fact of well her condition, so to speak. The woman froze with fear, staring onto Wynter like a deer in headlights of a truck. She herself spoke in a trembly voice,"Ye-yes? What do you need?" "Can you please fetch me the doctor? I have a favor to ask of him..." The nurse could do no more than give a nod.
As she walked her thoughts could not help but wander to a region that was long before hand thought out in a strategic plan by none other than Wynter herself. The woman wondered, weakly, in curiosity on if she was that one that Wynter would finally open up to. How wonderful that would look on her resume. She had it all but
happening when she had reached the doctors corridor.
A wrap upon the door was hear on the doctors behalf which he was quick to answer and exchange words with the plump orderly.
Soon, the doctor had arrived with the orderly tagging closely behind. The large door was opened by one of the four male orderlies that was to watch over Wynter's room, for security purposes of course. The rather strange pair entered, all of this being observed with the slyest mind and eye in the place.
A simple smile played upon those pink dried lips, which was seen as an improvement by the female orderly, yet the doctor remained distant from Wynter knowing her better than anyone.
"So you are talking now, are you? Does that mean that you are going to try and persuade me into thinking that you are well enough to have some freedom? I think not little miss, you have tricked me one to many times for me to fall for your tricks again."
She could do nor more than laugh at his rather silly statement. Though, it was only silly if you were her. "Not at all Dr. Smithers. I was just curious as to if I would be able to write to a friend, someone that I hurt. I would like to tell them that I am sorry for the pain I have caused. You can have as many orderlies as you like watch me or lock the door. After all, you can only kill one person with a pencil, you know? And the sheet of paper doesn't
serve as much of a weapon now does it? hmm?" She grinned pleasantly, knowing that he would easily fall for her idea, after all, she was truly going to write a letter, nothing more... yet.
"Wynter I don't know how many times I have trusted you in several instances, just like this, and end up losing many orderlies in the midst."
"Dr. Smithers?" The well rounded woman spoke up, though still her voice was shaky in the presence of Wynter. "I think that this is a major improvement. After all, she did open up enough to talk to me, we all know that she has never done such a thing. As well as wanting to write to one of her victims wanting to apologize for her wrong doings upon them. I think that she is ready to start getting better..."
Little did either of them know that Wynter herself was scheming as they spoke. She had always found a way to slip away from them, but this, this would be her most memorable escape... ever. "I am doctor. I have faced my demons, like you told me to. I have begun to see things differently. I know that killing is wrong and I want to better myself. Even though I fully understand that I will never again be free among people outside this place, I wish to have more freedoms here. I will tell you everything that is needed to be told."
Dr. Smithers stood silently, his arms were crossed tightly across his chest. Thoughts of her past coursed through him. Curiosity of her past had him, that was one thing that he had wanted since his meeting with her the first time. He wanted to know what really happen and why everyone that was around her either died or just disappeared. "All right Wynter. You may have you paper and pencil." With that both the doctor and the orderly retreated out the door.
Once she had been release from the jacket by a bulky male orderly, the paper and writing utensil was handed to her by her own personal orderly, the bigger one of course. The heavy door was closed by the doctor, he watched carefully, as she wrote, from a small Plexiglas window on the large padded door.
She sat herself upon the mattress, it felt good to be free, but she did not want to exercise that emotion too much, they might get suspicions. Once she was settled, she began to write. Dating the paper in the top right hand corner. The writing was cursive and legible. The swirling of the pen consumed her as she wrote:
Dear Chris,
I'm writing you this letter from a place rather far from St. Pete. I am fine, to say the least. Though I bet that you hadn't planned on hearing from me this soon, and you probably wouldn't hadn't I found something that would be of great interest to you.