forum Escape the Mental Hospital: a Very Bad Idea 0/2 OPEN

Started February 13, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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Sylvan came back over with a little paper cup of ketchup. He sat down, and gave a wary look at the stranger—a visible shift from erect posture to one of a hunched, shier kid.

Brent flinched away, eyes wide. He did not like girls, girls were bad. Females were bad, he thought it was only the lunch lady but there was another, he stood up.

"H'llo?" Sylvan murmured.

Lilith visibly flinched when the stranger spoke. She looked up with wide eyes, taking in the whole sight of him. She took a bite of her sandwich and waved. "Hello…" She managed after she swallowed.

Sylvan looked distastefully at the ketchup, then back. "Who are you?"

Lilith smiled. "Little goat…" She said, a hand on her chest as she told him. "I am little goat." She repeated. Her hands began to pat out the rhythm from before on her thigh. "Little, little, little goat."

Edgar began to steadily return, "Goat goat?"

Oliver jolted towards, fronting when he found out that there was a woman there. He usually took a backseat, but he was the only other one there.

She shook her head. "Little goat." She held her fingers of in the tiny sign, as if she was hold something between her pointer and her thumb.

Oliver made pleading motions with his hands, the meaning clear. Please don't hurt us, please don't hurt us, PlEaSe DoN't HuRt Us.

Sylvan's hair then caught her attention. It was such a nice color. "Sandy. Sand , beach, sun!" She cooed happy. "Sunny, sun…" She reached out to touch his hair, to touch the sun. She remembered the sun. So warm…so inviting… so happy.

"Sylvan, Sylvan help. She's going to hurt us." Oliver signed to the other child with DID.

Sylvan giggled quietly, deciding he liked her.

Lilith's smile grew as she felt his soft hair. "So soft… so….Nice…" She thought of her words. It was nice, it was soft.
But it's not yours, don't touch. Bad little goat! A voice in her mind hissed. Lilith flinch, frowning as tears clouded her vision. She was a bad little goat… She always did the wrong thing. That's why grandmother had sent her away. "Not mine… don't-don't touch." She whimpered. She took her hand away and gave it a slap. "Bad little goat."

"Noo," Edgar breathed, "You're okay!"

"Okay?" Lilith looked up to him with wide eyes. "I'm not okay. Little goat is not okay….not at all. Little goat is far from okay. She misses her family… She followed the rabbit too far."

Edgar gave a confused look to Brent. He didn't understand her.

Oliver clutched his hands around his knees, burying his face into his lap. If I can't see her she can't hurt me. He thought frantically, he couldn't see her, couldn't see her, couldn't see her.

Lilith sighed, he gave her the same look Dr. Taylor tried to hide when they had tea time. "Mean… mean rabbit. Unfair rabbit…" She muttered returning to her meal in disappointment.

Edgar disappeared into Sylvan. "Isn't it time for medicine?" He tried to lighten the atmosphere.

Lilith kept her eyes on her sandwich, only sparing the stranger a small glance. "Me-medicine….time for medicine?" She piped.

"Yeah?" Sylvan murmured.

"Oh." Lilith gasped. "Oh… okay." She set her sandwich down. looking expectantly to Sylvan and then to the stranger beside him.

"What's your name?" Sylvan asked.

"Me?" Lilith asked with a start, her attention coming back to the boy. "I-I…. my name is Lilith."