Sunday/Monday - May 2nd/3rd, 50XX
Kiera hurries to the room where Kaylee V is being held. Standing outside the door, there is an observation window in the middle of the door.
She's lying on the bed, limbs fastened down, eyes closed. She looks Maxis' card in her hand, then slides it in the lock, it going from red to green and a click sound, sounding.
She goes in and gently closes the door behind it. Walking across the floor quietly, she comes to the end of the bed she's in. The room is empty of everything, but the bed and a small portable tray table on wheels which has nothing on it right now.
Lying at the food of the bed in a box is a file for her. Grasping it, she opens it. "Let's see what their plans are for you." Kiera smirks.
"A judge already sentenced you?" She murmurs, feeling her heart drop. Eight years minimum in a high-secure psychiatric hospital and then A mental health team will re-evaluate alongside the courts her length of stay, if she is still a danger to herself and others.
"You deserve to die for everything you did. Being sentenced to a psychiatric hospital would just be letting you off easy. You'll just get to watch TV and color in with crayons for the next few years.
How is that fair?"
"It's not going to be the walk in the park you think it will be, trust me." Kaylee speaks up, waking up. She strains against the restraints, eyes blinking heavily.
"Let's see what they have you on." Kiera smirks, flipping to another page.
"Risperidone and Seroquel. Both of them."
"I don't know how you got in here, but please leave, Kiera." She says becoming angry, kicking the bed a bit with her feet, but the restraints hold them down fairly well without slack.
"That's my medical file."
"I'm not leaving."
"Get out you stupid idiot!" Kaylee V cries, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"No, I'm not leaving."
"Then what do you want from me, Kiera?!" She yells, becoming seemingly more agitated in combination with her angry and starts panicking, her breathing becoming rapid.
There is a heart monitor next to her, hooked up. It shows a slight elevation and Kaylee V turns her head from left to right rather rapidly and hitting it on the pillow a few times.
Her fists bunch up.
"Why do you get to go a Hospital? They should toss you're ass in jail at the very least, it's what you deserve. Or to die.
My brother is dead because of you!"
"Because it's what they decided for me, Kiera. I have no control anymore over my own life. I can serve out my sentence, eight years is still a long time, but there is no guarantee that I'd ever be released!"
"It's going to be a cake walk in the park for you!."
"Sweetie, listen to me. It won't be. I'm going to be on medication, strong ones for the rest of my life.
I honestly feel so groggy right now, it does feel hard to think. There is going to be intense therapy and who knows how painful future treatments if they develop them will be. They will proably end up giving me ECT or something!
Think about the side affects, I can't stop fidgeting." She says, smacking the bed again lightly with her wrist.
"I was only just getting to sleep when you came in. Took me ages not to think about the shaking."
Kiera crosses her arms. "What do you want from me, Kiera?! What do you want me to say?!"
"Why didn't you want me and Kade?"
"I was young when I had you both, you're Dad was not in the picture because he was a one night stand on two separate nights, I didn't have money or a job like I do now.
Well, did. Past tense. I wanted to look after you both, but when I tried, the crying multiple times a night. All of it, I just couldn't do it.
Giving you both up was the safer idea. That way you'd have access to medical care, a roof over your heads, food and water and anything you ever needed.
I didn't want to hurt you both. Some days, all I could think about was shaking you's or dropping you off the balcony, holding you under bath water or putting you in a room and locking it and ignoring you for a week.
You we're both we're just babies. Post postpartum depression and psychosis is a thing, Kiera! And I'm still sad some days and some days the voices I hear inside my head are louder than ever!.
Whoever does anything to hurt a baby is a bad person! It's why I gave you both up so I didn't hurt you eventually. I couldn't do it anymore, but it doesn't mean I never loved you both.
I begged for Doctors, Nurses, Social Workers to help me within days of giving birth, but no one did! I tried at the start, I really did. But I couldn't do it with you after a week and when I got pregnant again with Kade, the feelings we're worser than ever in a mere 48 hours.
I abandoned him legally like I did with you after having him for two days, I couldn't put in effort for a full week like I did with you to see if things could be different the second time around.
I've been like this since I was 9 years old, my parents didn't care, I left home when I was 16.
I just couldn't cope anymore. I did tell myself I would look for you both as adults and- But I-I don't even know what I did. What am I doing right now?
I don't know. I set Kade up to find him the first time and I was going to come introduce myself when you we're kidnapped initially."
She's crying so hard and fidgeting. "They've taken my medical license, Kiera from me, I have no job now. My employers and colleagues now know I'm evil!
My life is over, the thing I worked towards to get my life on track, I ruined it and ruined the chance to be a Mum to a gorgeous baby girl and boy. I-It's over for me."
"Just shut up already!" Kiera yells, yoinking the pillow from under her head and holding it down over her face, pressing down harder and harder till Kaylee V's jerky movements cease.
Then a shrilling sounds snaps her out of it, causing Kiera to yank the pillow off and take a step back, clutching it.
She looks to the monitor on the side, it shows 0 on everything and a flat-line. 'Mum? Mum! What have I done?! Wake up!" She cries, dropping the pillow and frantically trying to shake her awake when she hears the slam open and several people file in.
"Kiera Bailey, step back now!" Commands Vincent holding a taser trained on her. She raises her arms and steps away.
"S-she's not b-breathing! Do something!" Kiera cries, tears sliding down her face.
"It's okay, we'll try to sort this out." Says medical staff going over to V. They place something down her throat, attaching a balloon and start to squeeze it while someone pumps on her chest a few times and someone pushes something into her arm from a needle.
Kiera cowers in the corner for a good five minutes, her hands over her ears while Vincent watches over her, taser lowered now.
"This isn't working, we need to move her up to ICU" A man says, pushing a needle again.
"Hey, we got a heartbeat!"
"Stats are rising. Okay, we need to get her into the Hybrid OR now instead." They say, pushing the bed with Kaylee out of the room
"Kiera! Kiera- Ah, oh my god!" Says a frantic Elliot outside who's searching the place from top to bottom with Maxis.
"What happened to her?" Says Maxis. "Hey, in here!" Calls Vincent and both boys rush in, seemingly relieved to see Kiera. "Did we find her?" Says General Peterson following them in.
"Yeah, she's right here." Vincent points. "What happened?" General Peterson asks. "They wheeled Kaylee out to the Hybrid OR I saw."
"She suffocated her."
"Wait, you're saying Kiera suffocated her?"
"Yes, I saw her do it."
"Kiera." Peterson says, bending down to a cowering Kiera's level.
"Don't come near me, I'm no better than she is!"
"Kiera, that isn't true. While it seems mental health problems run in the family, you and Kade are nothing like her.
You've said before that prior to you're kidnapping the 1st time, you we're a normal girl.
And you still are her, but you have some challenges now because you have some traumas. While being in foster care sucked, you didn't let it impact you're life.
You had you're own apartment and a job when you became an adult."
"Y-Yeah."
"Now, listen to me. No one is going to blame you for what you just did, we understand why you did it.
But if she dies though, you will be given a murder charge and considering you're circumstances, you'll be sent to the high-secure psychiatric hospital, Kaylee was going to be sent too for the next few years."
"N-no, I don't want to go there now."
"I know, it will be like being back at the place you we're held. I'll see what I can do for you, but I can't guarantee a Judge will be 100% sympathetic. Even if Kaylee doesn't die, I still am required to report this."
"So, what happens to me?"
"Uh, I think we should take you back to your room for now..."
"No, Dad." Maxis speaks up. "We should get her discharged as being in Hospital is not going to help her and we'll see how she goes. We're staying with Scarlett, we can watch over her."
"We'll talk to the justice and advocacy center. Can you give 30 minutes, please?" Maxis pleads.
"Fine, you have 30 minutes to convince someone to over-rule me, Son..."
"Come on, let's get you up." Maxis says, Elliot assisting Kiera to stand.
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Kiera breathes in as she stares at the dark ceiling of the bedroom Maxis and Elliot are staying in at Elliot's Mum's place. She's sandwiched between both of them in the bed.
Turning her head, both boys asleep, the glowing digits on the bedside table clock reads, 1:00 a.m
She can't sleep. The Government let her go and Kaylee came out of surgery still alive but unconscious, but she can't stop thinking about everything she did.
Taunting Nadine to the point she gave her a panic attack and caused her to want to harm self a 3rd time apparently according to Vincent. She's reportedly on the medical floor now, recovering.
They had to do a small surgery, she broke her arm worse. They've put her on some medication are going to try and keep her on them for the moment.
And then trying to kill Kaylee V not to mention breaking and entering restricted areas as she stole Maxi's pass card.
Kiera hitches the blanket up a bit to look at her right ankle, a glowing ankle monitor fastened around it.
She's confined to Elliot's Mum's apartment for 24 hours a day now, is not allowed to go out so law enforcement knows where she is at all times. She has a court date set for next month now.
Kiera huddles up under the blanket, hiding the disgusting ankle monitor from view. She pulls the sleeves of her shirt up to look at the old knife cuts on her arm, tracing them with her finger.
To think she tried to kill or at-least hurt herself before back at the Dion and Gavin's, back at the Air BNB she was held at... Elliot partially burnt it down, the owner was pissed. The Military paid him money to shut up about what happened.
She shudders, feeling cold and anxious about the scars. They're ugly, they look ugly.
"Hey, it's late." Whispers Maxis moving about behind her back. "Let's pull those sleeves down, we're not going to scratch them and pull open the stiches in them are we?" He murmurs, half asleep, pulling her sleeves down to hide the old and fresh cuts and he pulls her close to him, hugging her arms to her body as his face burrows into the crook of her neck.
"I'm tired." She yawns. "Me too." Maxis says, fading back off into sleep while Elliot is asleep and oblivious, snoring on his back while hugging a dollar bill shaped and themed pillow to his chest with one arm.
"Sweet dreams, Kiera." Maxis whispers.
"Night, Maxis." She whispers back.
"And sweet dreams, Elliot" They both say at the same time.
"Mmm, yes. Money, I want all the money. Fill up the bag, bitch.
Watch my convertible, then speedboat go broom broom. Won't catch me, suckers!" Elliot says in his sleep.
Maxis and Kiera can't resist laughing a bit at his dream. Sounds like a wild one... Who knows if he will remember it in the morning.
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