Radley Sanitarium - Saturday Morning
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new_it_girlHanna didn't tell anyone she was going to the sanitarium again. She didn't tell Spencer when they'd been taking part in caffeine therapy just a few hours ago. She didn't tell her mom. She was still using a false identity when she visited. That's how much she didn't want anyone to know about these visits.
"Birds, birds, birds," Hanna said to Mona as she leafed through a fashion magazine. "You cannot find a top this season without feathers on it."
She shook her head when she got no response. It seemed Mona was still in a catatonic state. Hanna sat on the edge of the bed so she was directly in front of Mona. "Are you gonna look right through me forever?"
No response.
"Look, it's not easy for me to get here, okay?" Hanna said, her tone more forceful. "I have been lying to everyone I care about for weeks, and after what happened last night..."
She sighed tiredly. "I need you to understand something. I am not doing this for you. I'm here for me."
She paused for a moment as tears formed. "I wanna know what I did to make you hate me so much."
No response.
"They had you on a lot of medication, so I don't know if you remember," she continued. "I've been visiting you for a couple of weeks now."
She smiled through the tears. "Remember that cute doctor from Rosewood Memorial? The one who was engaged to Spencer's sister?"
"Of course you do. You're A," she sighed, shaking her head. "Well, hehandwavily thinks my visits have been helping you. So if you want, I can keep coming back. Is that something you want?"
Hanna was surprised when Mona turned toward her, a bright smile on her face. That was encouraging. Had she gotten through to her at all?
When Mona looked past her at the chair behind her, that feeling of encouragement went away. What...or who...did she see? No one was sitting there, but Mona wasn't exactly a glowing endorsement for mental health. She obviously was seeing something.
Hanna shuddered. It was a damn creepy sight.
[Warning again for more disturbing themes involving an asylum; all dialog from 3.01 "It Happened That Night"]
"Birds, birds, birds," Hanna said to Mona as she leafed through a fashion magazine. "You cannot find a top this season without feathers on it."
She shook her head when she got no response. It seemed Mona was still in a catatonic state. Hanna sat on the edge of the bed so she was directly in front of Mona. "Are you gonna look right through me forever?"
No response.
"Look, it's not easy for me to get here, okay?" Hanna said, her tone more forceful. "I have been lying to everyone I care about for weeks, and after what happened last night..."
She sighed tiredly. "I need you to understand something. I am not doing this for you. I'm here for me."
She paused for a moment as tears formed. "I wanna know what I did to make you hate me so much."
No response.
"They had you on a lot of medication, so I don't know if you remember," she continued. "I've been visiting you for a couple of weeks now."
She smiled through the tears. "Remember that cute doctor from Rosewood Memorial? The one who was engaged to Spencer's sister?"
"Of course you do. You're A," she sighed, shaking her head. "Well, he
Hanna was surprised when Mona turned toward her, a bright smile on her face. That was encouraging. Had she gotten through to her at all?
When Mona looked past her at the chair behind her, that feeling of encouragement went away. What...or who...did she see? No one was sitting there, but Mona wasn't exactly a glowing endorsement for mental health. She obviously was seeing something.
Hanna shuddered. It was a damn creepy sight.
[Warning again for more disturbing themes involving an asylum; all dialog from 3.01 "It Happened That Night"]
