Lesley could hear the sound of her heart beating wildly as the beautiful secretary opened the door to an office. The door opened like they were in slow motion as she held her breath. What took the secretary three seconds was like a minute to her.
Here it is. Her very first job interview.
"Are you sure you're ready?" the secretary asked, bothered by her pale face.
She took a deep breath then looked at the secretary enthusiastically. "Yes!" she answered. But in reality, her chest is about to explode.
The secretary sweetly smiled at her, and it gave her courage. The woman's smile is as beautiful as her face, she thought.
"Okay, good luck!" the woman said and then politely pointed to the open door. "You can go in."
"Thank you!"
She slightly bowed her head to the kind woman then went ahead and walked into the office of the person who would dictate if she still has a house to return to. This manager, whoever he is, must hire her because her mother would throw her out of their house if she failed.
She slowly stepped forward and peeked inside. A man in his forties was leisurely sitting on a black swivel chair. His hands rested on the back of his head. Both his feet were on the table, and his back was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed.
She coughed loudly to get his attention. The man flinched when he opened his eyes and saw her at the door. He immediately put down his feet and sat upright.
"Sorry, come in. You can sit down here," the man offered while pointing at the chair in front of his desk. She smiled, feeling a bit awkward, and then she walked in.
Only half of her butt sat on the chair while she straightened her back and faced the man with a smile. She made eye contact with him, not showing any hesitation. She needed to look confident. Her mother told her that she would be more likely to get the job if she did this. It would make her look reliable.
She glanced at the acrylic desk nameplate in front of her for a second. Engraved on it was the name, Jacoben Alonzo. There was no title stating his position here in the hospital, which was usually put under the engraved name. Anyway, she was sure she heard the secretary call him manager earlier.
"What's your name?" the manager asked with an accommodating smile.
Her nervousness was somewhat reduced by his gentle eyes. This man did not look intimidating to her. He looked kind and very approachable.
"My name is Lesley Madrigal," she replied, then enthusiastically handed over her resume.
Her forehead furrowed when she saw the shock on the man's face upon hearing her name. What is wrong with her name, and he seemed so surprised?
His eyes got fixated on her face as he took the resume from her hand. He looked at the paper she handed him for only a brief moment and then looked at her face again, still with a shocked expression.
"So she accepted... Interesting..." he mumbled. And for some reason, his eyes were sparkling.
"You're hired!" he nonchalantly said as he stood up and returned the resume to her.
"Sorry?" She looked at him in disbelief.
"You're hired!" he repeated with a broad smile.
Her lips parted and stared at his face in shock. She was sure he had not read the resume he had held for only five seconds. How come she was hired just like that?
Both of his eyebrows rose when she did not respond. "What? You don't want the job?"
She shook her head violently. "No! Yes! No, I mean—" While still confused about what was happening, she stood up and held out her hand. "I-I want the job! T-thank you so much sir! I'll do my best! Thank you!" she said then the man shook her hand.
"You're more than welcome!"
It was suspicious, but she brushed it off her mind immediately. She got hired! She should celebrate and not complicate things. Furthermore, she was told that this hospital was desperate for workers, so maybe they would just accept anyone as long as they fill the vacant jobs.
The manager picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.
"Kali, please come to my office now. Orient Ms. Madrigal here. She will be assigned to V-03," he ordered the person on the other line.
When he hung up the phone, he folded his arms and studied her from head to toe. "Are you sure you want to be a janitress here?"
She bit her lower lip and bowed in shame. She looked at what she was wearing. "It's my mom," she said. "She had me wear this to look presentable."
He laughed. "I'm just messing with you! It looks good on you. Don't be embarrassed."
She raised her head. "T-thank you..." she said with a small smile then shyly averted her eyes.
She applied here for the part-time janitress position, but she was in corporate attire, and her skirt was too short. Where have you seen a janitress mopping the floor in a pencil-cut skirt and long sleeves? She felt like she looked ridiculous.
She also prepared a lot of answers to the possible questions that the interviewer might ask her, but the only question asked was her name. She had put a lot of unnecessary effort into this interview that turned out to be simple.
Her face was burning red from embarrassment, but this was not her fault. It was her mother's idea. She suddenly remembered what happened the day before.
Her mother forced her to put on the clothes she is wearing now and told her to search the internet for ways she could pass the interview as if she is preparing for a professional job.
One afternoon after school, she found her mother whispering and talking on the phone. The expression on her mother's face was dark, and her feet were restless as she walked back and forth. When she saw her, she immediately hung up the phone and approached her.
"You need to be absent from school on Wednesday. You're going somewhere," her mother hastily said.
Her forehead furrowed. "Where?"
"I'll send you to the company of someone I know. You have to work there."
She became stupefied for a moment. Then she grabbed her mother's hands, confused about what was going on.
"What? But, why? Can't I just do it after the semester, on vacation? I have an exam next week!"
Her mother violently withdrew her hands from her hold. "Are you really asking that?! Do you think I earn enough for the three of us here?!"
She was stunned in shock at her reaction. Who was the person her mother was talking to on the phone earlier? Why does she suddenly need to work? What is happening?
"But, Ma, I—"
"I'm not going to change my mind!" her mother shouted at her protest. "You're too much of a burden to me. It's only right that you help me now. You're already eighteen and able to work! Go put yourself to use!" the woman angrily said as if she did something wrong.
She pleaded. But after her mother upbraided her for the difficulties her mother experienced in raising her even though she was not her real child, she could no longer refuse.
Her mother said they were in dire straits and deep in debt. According to the person her mother spoke to on the phone earlier, the company she will work at is willing to give her a salary in advance, which will solve their financial problem.
The next day, her mother borrowed formal clothes from a friend, boasting that it was for her job interview at a large and private hospital. But when they got here, only then did her mother tell her that she was applying for a position of part-time janitress, and it was only here that she found out that this was actually a mental hospital.
"Mr. Alonzo, I'm here." Her deep thought was interrupted by the person who had just come in. She looked at the door behind and saw an old woman with a red pixie cut hair and large eyeglasses. The old lady's red and long skirt was bright in color, and her tucked-in white polo shirt was uncluttered. The old woman's tall stature was emphasized by her black heels, which were four inches high. Her pearl necklace and earrings were also striking. One of the old woman's thin eyebrows rose at her sight and scornfully looked at her from head to toe. Lines drew on the old woman's forehead, and the veins in her neck protruded. She gulped. The person was intimidating from head to toe. She had not done anything yet, but it seemed like she was already guilty of something because of how sharp the woman's stare was. "You're scaring her, Kali," said Mr. Alonzo, who stopped the woman's deadly stare at her. "Lesley, please meet your supervisor, Mrs. Dapit." "This is a joke, right?" the old woman, wh
When you think of a mental hospital, you expect it to be a home to people with mental illness. People whose minds have given up because they can no longer cope with life's stresses or mental diseases that are already etched in their DNA have entirely taken over their brains. It makes you wonder what the limitation of one's brain is or how strong a person is to endure traumas, heartaches, and depression. So when Lesley entered the room with the red door, the first question that came to her mind was, what did this person go through to get into this situation? Because in front of her is the boy behind the red door, quietly sitting on the floor with his back against the white wall and in chains. She hovered her eyes over the entirety of the person called V-03. The person's feet and hands were chained. His almost r****h-like skin was so white and pale that it was nearly the same color as his white shirt. His long black hair covered his mysterious face, but she could see his eyes as blac
She became sullen because of what she heard. She will be the nanny of one of the most dangerous patients in this Asylum. Now she knows why Mrs. Dapit and Mr. Alonzo said those things earlier. This is too dangerous for a girl like her. What if the madman in front of them gets moody and then gets out of the chains? What if he hypnotizes her and makes her cross the yellow line? If it is true that he can do that, what will happen to her? "I'll give you until tomorrow to think about it," said Mrs. Dapit, pulling her from her reverie. "Again, I want you to think about this carefully." Mrs. Dapit opened the white folder she had been holding and handed her a document. "Here's your contract." She carefully took it from Mrs. Dapit's hand. "In case of your sudden or untimely death here, your family will be well compensated. We will also shoulder your funeral expenses. You can double-check it if you want. It's on page 5," Mrs. Dapit casually explained, like her death was just another busine
"I said I'm sorry! Please talk to me." Patrick begged, but Lesley pretended not to hear him. He was getting on her nerves with his non-stop apologies. After his prank, she started ignoring him as if he was invisible then he kept bugging her to forgive him. Thankfully their mother was not home yet. He almost kissed her. It had always been like this. She was not that naive nor dense to not notice his romantic feelings towards her. But they can not go down that path. Even though they are not blood-related, she is still an adopted child by his mother. They still grew up together. So she can only see him as her brother. Patrick followed her everywhere she went. He even went inside her room and laid beside her on her bed. He would not leave her alone until she forgave him. He was the type of person who would not stop until he got what he wanted. "Have you really gone crazy? Get out of my room!" she shouted. Lesley sat on her bed and glared at Patrick, lying comfortably beside her like he
She let out a heavy sigh. She placed her hands on Patrick's shoulder and looked straight into his eyes. "Okay, fine. I'm taking back everything I said, and I'm not mad at you anymore. I forgive you. Will you come out now?" She knew he would not go away with a simple beg. So she said what he wanted to hear. His face cleared. "Really? Do you mean it? Did that come from your heart? "You bet! I swear! Now, please leave. Mom's calling you." She became breathless when he suddenly hugged her tightly. She was so shocked she could not respond to what he was doing. "Don't think like that ever again. Okay? You're making me sad. I just want to get your attention. That's why I tease you every day. After you turned fourteen, you became distant from me. I don't like it," he softly said while she was still in his arms. She expected her hands to push him, but her bones seemed to have softened. Instead of scolding him, the first thing that came to her mind was how light it felt. Nobody in her
She took the deepest breath she could before opening the notorious red door to the room of the infamous patient, V-03. Her chest was drumming loudly in nervousness as the door opened. She suddenly recalled everything Mrs. Dapit told her earlier when she went to her office to make her employment at the hospital official. Mrs. Dapit said all the scary things possible that might happen to her in this place. The grumpy woman obviously was not excited to see her come back. She had to hear all those horrible things that happened to the previous caretakers. Mrs. Dapit had no doubt she would end up like them. Dead or missing a body part. Wow. What a way to cheer her up and boost her morale on her first day? But it was not just the strictness of her supervisor and the violent nature of the patient V-03 that worried her. Mrs. Dapit a
More than an hour had passed, but no one had raised their white flag yet. Her eyelids had gotten heavier. Half of her face, which had been resting on the table, was already red and a bit swollen. She slightly lifted her head to check on V-03. She frowned when she saw him. My Goodness! He's still looking at me, unmoved, like a dummy. Doesn't he get tired? Unbelievable! He looks like he has no intention of eating his food unless she feeds him. She looks at her wristwatch. She is running out of time. It seems like she lost this battle. She now has no choice but to do as he says, or she will not be able to go home. She raised her head and sat upright. She took a few deep breaths before standing up and slowly walking towards V-03. She left a distance of three steps between them. Then she looked at him lazily. "All right, you won. I'm going to feed you. I'll do what you want, V-03, but I'm begging you, please, don't hurt me." She took one step closer. "I'll be nice to you, promise.
Kali just received a call from the front desk that a janitress asked to see her in her office. She sneered when she heard who it was. "I am busy right now, but let her in. I'm sure she wants to see me to hand in her resignation. I can make time for that." "Okay, Ma'am. I will tell her to come in." "Thank you." She put down the phone and put away the laptop on her desk. Then she heard three faint knocks on the door. "Come in." Slowly the door opened, and Lesley's head peeked. "Good evening," the young lady greeted before entering her office. Kali smiled widely. She could no longer wait to sign Lesley's resignation papers. "So, how may I help you, Miss Madrigal?" "Y-yes." Lesley swallowed before continuing. "Uhm, I just wanted to say tha—" "Wait!" she interrupted while she raised her right hand. "Let me guess. You want to leave, right?" She did not wait for Lesley to answer and assumed that the girl was giving up her job. She stood up and took a couple of documents from th