Sara Galliger
She kept her finger tips to her mouth almost chewing her nails. The doctor was leading her down the long corridor. Her arm still stung from the shot they had given her. Her mind raced...why was she here? Oh yes, her parents had thought it best. They showed up at her dorm room to suprise her with a weekend trip home. She didn't expect them to walk in unannounced. The two co-eds jumped up off of her bed grabbing up sheets and and pillows to cover them selves and there Sara laid covered in glow in the dark body paint, her hands bound above her head.
Her mother almost fainted and she had never seen her father's face so red before. After explianing to them that she had not been forcefully put into this postion, that it was a game among some of the college students, and they did not need to press charges, her mother broke down in tears. Her father lectured for what seemed hours on how he had raised her as "God fearing" and the "sins of man".
Sara had had enough. She was an adult and just because they were paying for her education did not change that fact. She lost control and spat in her father's face, telling him she enjoyed sex with men and women and she had done far worse, even though she had only just this semester been asked to participate in the floor "games" They decided she must be under the influenece of drugs and they were going to get her help. That was how she landed here at Oakwood.
Oakwood was labeled to the public as a rehabilitaion center, but to those inside its walls it was a hell of sorts. People who had come here perhaps sane at one time thinking they were going home in a few weeks or months, never left and now were far from stable. She watched the sinister, confused, and innocent blank faces pass her by as she was led to the recreation room. The firm hand left her arm and the click of a key locking the door behind her echoed. She stood there, the eyes of all those in the open room watching her.
She kept her finger tips to her mouth almost chewing her nails. The doctor was leading her down the long corridor. Her arm still stung from the shot they had given her. Her mind raced...why was she here? Oh yes, her parents had thought it best. They showed up at her dorm room to suprise her with a weekend trip home. She didn't expect them to walk in unannounced. The two co-eds jumped up off of her bed grabbing up sheets and and pillows to cover them selves and there Sara laid covered in glow in the dark body paint, her hands bound above her head.
Her mother almost fainted and she had never seen her father's face so red before. After explianing to them that she had not been forcefully put into this postion, that it was a game among some of the college students, and they did not need to press charges, her mother broke down in tears. Her father lectured for what seemed hours on how he had raised her as "God fearing" and the "sins of man".
Sara had had enough. She was an adult and just because they were paying for her education did not change that fact. She lost control and spat in her father's face, telling him she enjoyed sex with men and women and she had done far worse, even though she had only just this semester been asked to participate in the floor "games" They decided she must be under the influenece of drugs and they were going to get her help. That was how she landed here at Oakwood.
Oakwood was labeled to the public as a rehabilitaion center, but to those inside its walls it was a hell of sorts. People who had come here perhaps sane at one time thinking they were going home in a few weeks or months, never left and now were far from stable. She watched the sinister, confused, and innocent blank faces pass her by as she was led to the recreation room. The firm hand left her arm and the click of a key locking the door behind her echoed. She stood there, the eyes of all those in the open room watching her.