Dr. Wolf sat opposite me. I was sitting on my bed and he was on my chair. I waited for him to ask me about Timothy again.

"Alison,"

Here it comes

"Im here to help you,"

Nearly there

"You have to talk to me."

Oh, he didnt ask me? Wow, were we making progress? I smiled at my little joke.

"You can talk to me about anything you know." I saw his hand move. He was going to put it on my shoulder. This was just a rehearsed line like all the others but he knew that if he touched me Id try to rip his hand off.

The silence hit against my ears. He sat watching me.

"The..." I whispered.

He leant forwards.

"Thefood tastes horrible!" I shouted the last bit. He jumped. I laughed.

"Alison, this is serious! Youre sick, and Im here to help you!" I could tell he had a short fuse when it came to me.

"Now tell me what happened with Timothy, for your own sake!"

I jumped up and tried to attack him. His reward for asking that question. He leapt out of the chair and hurried to the door. I picked up the chair and threw it. Luckily for him the door was closing behind him before the chair got there.

I sat on my bed and grabbed a piece of my hair. I ran it through my fingers as I tried to bloke out the memories. I jumped up and hit the one-sided mirror.

"Leave me alone!" I screeched.

I tried to se the doctors through it but all I could see were my blue eyes staring back at me. Of all the tortures they had put me though, putting a mirror in my room was the worst.

***

I heard the door unlocking and opening. Penny leant in.

"Hello Alison!" She said in her Irish accent.

I watched her as she came in. She put my food tray onto my chair and pulled a hairbrush out of her pocket.

"May I brush your hair?" She asked.

I turned around and sat on my bed. She followed me over and started pulling the brush down through my blond hair.  The occasional knot pulled my head back but I didnt cry out. It was relaxing to have someone brush my hair. It was relaxing to have someone who didnt want to know what happened.

She stayed for half an hour before leaving me alone with my food. I didnt eat this time. I picked the different foods up on my fingers and painted the wall. I painted a tree because of the green mushy vegetables and the brown chocolate pudding. I sat on the windowsill and watched my tree. I wondered if I would ever see a tree again. My window only showed the street, no trees.

I heard the doctors talking outside my room again. Dr. Thompson was there talking about me and how I attacked Dr. Wolf. I waited for him to come inside but he didnt. Another doctor came in.

"Hello Alison." He said. He was young and tall. Hansom to most women I expect.

I watched him move my chair so he could sit on it. He threw something onto my bed. A chocolate bar. I like chocolate, thats why Dr. Wolf tried to blackmail me.

I waited to see what I had to do.

"My names Dr. Rimes but you can call me Michael."

"Michael." I repeated. A doctor I get to call by his first name.

"Dont you want the chocolate? I could give it to Mary!" He made to reach for it. I jumped from the sill and grabbed the chocolate. I was going to eat it but it could be drugged so I slipped it under my pillow.

"I like chocolate too. Nice and creamy. Cant stand dark chocolate though."

What was he talking about?

"Do you speak or does the cat have your tongue?" He smiled like that was funny.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Im your new doctor. You obviously didnt like Doctor Wolf." He leaned in and put a hand to his mouth so the doctors looking through the mirror couldnt see what he was saying.

"In fact, hes being fired, something about being too strong and damaging your mind more." He smiled.

So Dr. Wolf got what was coming to him, good. I was so sick of him asking about Timothy. I decided that I could mess this doctor about even more than most. Hed believe he had my trust.

He caught sight of my tree.

"Are you an artist?" He asked.

I stayed quiet.

He stood next to the picture. The food had dried in messy clumps; Ed or the caretaker would have to scrub to get the chocolate pudding off.

"No I dont like the food either, "

Was this guy just going to talk to himself?

"Tastes like flavoured gruel."

Gruel?

"I think you could use some real food eh?"

I nodded. No matter how much doctors annoyed me I did enjoy real food, and their company.

"Macdonalds?"

I nodded again.

"A BigMac and Coke or a meal?"

Great, now I had to speak again, damn tricky doctors.

"A meal."

"You got it." He left through the door. Just like that. Like a delivery service. Maybe thats all hed ever be.

I pulled the chocolate bar from my pillow and unwrapped it. It had nuts, I like nuts.