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Maritza had never spent a night without at least one of her siblings.
She hated it here. Horizon Psychiatric Hospital -- also known as HPH, or Hell. Not only was Maritza decreed insane and unstable by the assholes who had caught her setting fires in Mexico, but she had been hospitalised in Ireland, on the other side of the planet to her home and her life and her family.
Sure, Maritza hadn't had the dream life. Her father had been a druglord before he had been shot and killed to death, so her mother, after having eleven children, had taken over the family business and now ran one of the most prolific cartels in Mexico. Two of her sisters were whores, two were wives for dealers and her closest sister Marisol was a dealer, along with her five brothers. Yeah, Maritza hadn't had the best life -- but she would never wish for anything else. Mexico was her home. Her family was there.
But, no, she had been shipped across the world to Ireland, to Horizon Psychiatric Hospital, where there was apparently a doctor who could help with her 'condition'. Pyromania. Like they had a treatment for that.
"Get your fucking hands off me," Maritza snarled as she was shoved into the courtyard for her daily hour of outside time. Due to her violent temperament when being admitted into the hospital, she was considered a high-risk patient and therefore put into maximum security, where her rights had been essentially stripped from her.
She wore chain-mesh gloves on her hands, to protect herself from her own fingernails, since she had scratched the guards. But that meant she couldn't make fire, and therefore, she was vulnerable.
"Evans!" barked the guard that was ushering Maritza around. She was lead to a tall blond guy, very pretty, and seated down on the bench beside him. Maritza scowled at the guard, willing him to burn. "This is Maritza de la Fuenta. You've been good, you can show her around."
"Fuck you."
"That's a warning, Fuenta." Guards referred to the patients by their surnames, which Maritza hated. She felt depersonalised. So she proceeded to berate him in Spanish until the guard rolled his eyes and left.
She hated it here. Horizon Psychiatric Hospital -- also known as HPH, or Hell. Not only was Maritza decreed insane and unstable by the assholes who had caught her setting fires in Mexico, but she had been hospitalised in Ireland, on the other side of the planet to her home and her life and her family.
Sure, Maritza hadn't had the dream life. Her father had been a druglord before he had been shot and killed to death, so her mother, after having eleven children, had taken over the family business and now ran one of the most prolific cartels in Mexico. Two of her sisters were whores, two were wives for dealers and her closest sister Marisol was a dealer, along with her five brothers. Yeah, Maritza hadn't had the best life -- but she would never wish for anything else. Mexico was her home. Her family was there.
But, no, she had been shipped across the world to Ireland, to Horizon Psychiatric Hospital, where there was apparently a doctor who could help with her 'condition'. Pyromania. Like they had a treatment for that.
"Get your fucking hands off me," Maritza snarled as she was shoved into the courtyard for her daily hour of outside time. Due to her violent temperament when being admitted into the hospital, she was considered a high-risk patient and therefore put into maximum security, where her rights had been essentially stripped from her.
She wore chain-mesh gloves on her hands, to protect herself from her own fingernails, since she had scratched the guards. But that meant she couldn't make fire, and therefore, she was vulnerable.
"Evans!" barked the guard that was ushering Maritza around. She was lead to a tall blond guy, very pretty, and seated down on the bench beside him. Maritza scowled at the guard, willing him to burn. "This is Maritza de la Fuenta. You've been good, you can show her around."
"Fuck you."
"That's a warning, Fuenta." Guards referred to the patients by their surnames, which Maritza hated. She felt depersonalised. So she proceeded to berate him in Spanish until the guard rolled his eyes and left.