Commin home dirty
She slammed the car door and stormed into the large common area of the incrediablly creepy mental home.
Mumbling explicitives to herself she stopped to dig around once mor in her purse, this time for her card that would give her access to her home ward.
This is such a tiny purse why in the hell do i fucking lose everything! She growled.
Her card, now MIA, was the last straw and her eyes began to well up with tears.
This is stupid why am I getting so upset over the card! She stopped digging around in her purse for a moment and caught her breath. Surveying the room she saw the attendants desk.
Currently no one was there but a tiny television played soundlessly in black and white. She had no patience to wait. Slipping her arm over the desk through a small area, she felt around for the switches or buttons or anything that felt like it would be what opened the elevator doors. She just wanted to goto bed and the night seemed the be getting worse with each passing moment.
Seriously was that all it took to get in? Maybe, maybe not. Quickly she retracted her arm and picked up the front of her dress. Shoeless she quickly made her way to the elevator before the doors managed to close.
The doors opened to her floor and she stepped out with a great sigh. The ward was silent which was a good sign. The babysitter smiled and nodded to her as she came in, not even flinching at the blood splattered bodice. Dia paid her even though she knew she didn't have too. Apparently here at the asylum or rather, their new home, everyone took turns with the young ones when needed. Dia still liked to do something for the person, be it in the way of money baked goods or other such crafty ideas.
Afterwards she slipped into Joey's room in their part of the ward. Joey's room was just an adjacent room to her's that was kept locked except for the door that opened in between them. He was sleeping, in that beautiful baby bliss of arms spread out flat on his back. She smiled and bent forward to kiss his forhead.
With a heavy sigh she went back to his room and collaps on the bed in bleary dispair. Nachton was supossed to be different. She had felt safe when she arrived, a part of something. Now, the safety felt bleak. She wiped a escaped tear from her eye and it wasnt long before she drifted off to a much needed sleep.
(ooc- Dia out)