Sigh. "I'm sorry, I acted out of raw emotion there. Hah. The look on your face was priceless."

She put her hand under my chin and forced me to look up at her.

"As I said, you're going to be working for me. This isn't a choice."

"You either do it, or I'll simply watch you slowly wither due to the lack of your meds."
"We both know you can't stay without your precious little antipsychotics."

She gets off of me. Pats me on my head like I'm a fucking dog, and before leaving, says:

"You'll be getting some new clothing soon, don't want you to look like a total wreck, hah."
"The rest of your stuff should be in Myla's room. I got lazy and didn't bother dragging it all the way out here. I bid you adieu."

And, she was gone.
Fuck me.