Chapter 3: The Treatment

Lucia Ricci's POV

I slept for the first time after I have been captured and being dragged onto this very mountain. I did now know how I slept soundly last night but it was the fact that I have a bed under me, maybe that triggered it.

I was yawning when I saw the streaming of lights that coming into the room. It was nice to have a change once in a while. I have been dying to get out and explored but I think Sean would never let me go.

Not until he knows that I was better off in here.

I went to the bathroom as I stripped down the clothes that they gave me. It was a maroon shirt with a black legging. I know that it was nice and all but I think they can do better than that.

And all of my clothes were all that maroon shirts and black leggings. They don't have anything else except for my undergarments which were in my size. I don't want to know how they guessed it but I think Sean might have influenced them to get them in my size.

I showered before I took another garment of the same color. It was all there and a red sneaker for me to whereas I need to get out of the room. Sean has been waiting for me, I know he was as he might be lurking to look at me through the cams.

Some of these days, I will find them and disposed of them.

Then, there was a guard coming into the room as he will be escorting me to Sean. Oops, Dr. Sean Copper, the head of the psychiatrist. I wanted to smack his head.

The guard put back the chains on me as I was a dangerous woman to be lurking around these facilities. Maybe I was, maybe I was not. Who knows when my episodes will come. I have to cure very fast so that I can get out of this stupid center.

Stepping into the office that Sean was sitting, I saw that he was waiting for me when he was reading his notes, or rather my medical statements from the moment that I have been sent to the mental hospital. No thanks to my dear old brother.

"Ah, you're here. Come, have a seat," he said as he stood up and the guard was guiding me toward the seat. I took it and I looked at him as the guard was securing me to the table with my handcuffs.

"That would be all, thank you," Sean said before he dismissed the guard. I looked at him as he was sitting back into his chair and he was pulling a new note to write the first day of my treatment with him.

"So," he started as he was looking at me. I stared at him as I kept my face stoic because I know people were learning from his techniques right now. Because I was once like him.

"I want them gone,"

"Excuse me?" He asked me as he turned to look at me from his note. His grey eyes were saying a thousand emotions.

Happiness, excitement, and guilt? Huh? I never knew he would be feeling that.

"You know what I mean. I wanted them gone, Sean or I might not be cooperative with you today," I said as I was looking at the glass that was separating the room full of people.

"I can't," he replied before I scoffed at him.

"You know damn well you can because this is your time. If you wish to dismiss them, they have to oblige," I said as I was gritting my teeth. This moment was for me alone with Sean. I know he did not feel the same way because he will be reading me like I was a nut case to you.

But the feelings that I have been buried inside me have resurfaced and I wanted to share it.

To him. To Sean.

He sighed before he looked at the glass panel before he nodded at something or perhaps someone.

"Very well," he said as he was looking back at me. I smiled at him for the first time in my life.

"Thank you for your understanding. Now, shall we begin, doc?" I said as I was leaning back in my chair as my eyes twinkled with mischief.

Sean Copper's POV

"So, when was the first time that you ever experienced this episode of yours? Is it recently or many years ago?" I asked her as she was eyeing me. She smirked as she was moving to lean closer to me.

"Well, I must say that it was at the beginning of my unemployment," she said as she was looking at me. She smiled wickedly but I know that she was trying to be brave.

"Tell me more about it,"

"Are we going to pretend that you were never there, doctor?" She asked me as she arched her eyebrow. I gulped as I know exactly what happened on that day.

"Do you need me to relive the story?" She asked as she was taunting me.

"No, I will put it down on that day that you were not quite yourself,"

"Are you sure? You might miss some important details about it if you just see it from your point of view," she said as she was looking at me. I knocked my eyebrows together.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you see from your point of view. You never know what's on my point of view, right?" She asked me as she was smiling again. Damn this vixen! She knows how to get under my skin.

"Then, why don't you share it with us and see if we can work it from there," I said as I was trying to make sure that she will tell everything to me.

"Do you want to?"

"About what?" I asked her as I was writing in the notes to record it.

"Know all my secrets and story?" She asked. I was baffled as I don't know how to answer it. Maybe I don't but the temptation of knowing it was more than I can say right now.

"Please enlighten me with your story," I said uninterestedly. Lucia eyed me for a while before she sighed.

"Well, it all begins when we were working on that project of mine, the one that involved with the drug that I created," she said as she looked away as if she was sucked into that memory. I wrote it down as I was listening to her story.

"I was on the verge of success and before I can test it out on anyone else, I put it on myself," she said as she looked at me. She was staring at me, her caramel eyes were holding so much depth to them.

"And then? What happened?"

"Well, it did not end well. I was having so many allergies and reactions to the drug that I think it would not work. For the first few days, I was in bed, sick and cannot move a muscle. If I did, it was as if I was being burned alive," she said as I wrote it down before I stopped. Should I write it down, her most intimate thoughts? So I put my pen down before I looked at her.

"Then, it happened. After being bedridden for so long, I was excited to go outside. I was excited to see you and you're winning the award that night. But when I went there," she said as she gulped. She was nervous to tell me something about that night.

"I don't see you there," I said as I was remembering I did not talk to her at all. She sighed.

"That's because I went away afterward," she whispered.

"After what?" The curiosity in me was strong that I have to know what she did that night. She stared at me before she said, "After I killed your girlfriend,"