(Esmee) (Mi side)

Writers block sucks badly! i am begining to think i am losing my talanet as a writer. The ideas are well cemented in my head but the ability to write them down and make aq good chapter has gone AWOL. So i really apoologize if these chapters stink. If they are please let me know so i can reconsider and try again.
love vikki



Birthday arrivals

Esmee

A week later Emmet and my self came into work and turned into the staff office to see New admission Madeline Jinks arriving today at 9am in big red letters with Emmet myself Lauren and Edward assigned as her key worker. Underneath there was three bulging files with her name written on it. There was also a very firm note on the board in even bigger writing in her name that said “Never call her Maddie!”

“Well she sounds interesting.” I said smiling as I went over and grabbed the firs of the bulging folder and flopped down on one of the more comfy chairs in the office to have a read of the files.

“Look at her date of birth.” Emmet said thoughtfully as he stared at the board and before grabbing another of the files on her and come to sit next to me. I flipped to the front of the book.

“Christ Emmet it’s her birthday.” I said having to look twice at her date of birth to make sure I was seeing it right. “Why the hell would they do a planned admission on her birthday of all days, she’s only 10. She should be wearing party dresses and playing musical chairs or something.” I confirmed “Not being admitted to a psyc unit. I could understand if she was coming across from The Oaks but according to this she isn’t. She ‘s living with her mother.”

“Abusive mother maybe.” Emmet suggested nonchalantly as he flicked past half of the file until he found something that he deemed worth reading.

“If it was abuse they would have got her out no matter what her age was and she is a planned case not an emergency.”

“Well. I guess we will find out in about three hours.” Emmet smiled.

Madeline

At precisely nine am the main front door buzzer signalled in the office and on the grainy CCTV footage I could make out a young woman with a little girl holding her hand. And swinging it aimlessly around as she looked suspiciously around at her new surroundings and even from the poor CCTV image I could see why her mother was not happy with her daughters admission to Apple gate house and she intended to try and contest It for her daughter to be aloud to go to the Oaks instead.

The Oaks was another impatient unit but for children from three to nine with severe and debilitating mental health problems are in rare cases learning disabilities. It unlike apple gate house was a purpose built new state of the art building that had Millions of pounds thrown at it. It was a ten bed unit which come in the form of two wards of four and one shared room of two and bed available for mum or dad to stay with there child if they wished. There was a dinning room a parent’s kitchen, a day room, a lounge, an art room and even a state of the art sensory room that was full of fiberoptics, bubble lamps, smoke machines and anything else that could interest a child. There was still of course the clinc that looked exactly the same as our and there where three ECA’s that they called the chillers. These rooms as cool down rooms where brilliant and for as long as I can remember I had been trying to put pressure on the funders to throw some money at her ECA‘s to make them the same, but apparently there was as always no money. There rooms where all foam like ours but painted in multi colours with murals and things painted on it making and it was proven that it made children respond and calm faster then plain walls did.

Heaving my self from my chair in the office I rubbed my tummy twice debated weather I was going to throw up or wet my self for a few seconds before I decided I wasn’t going to do either and went to the front door opening it with my card key.

Looking at Madeline in the flesh made it even more painfully obvious why her mother did not want her daughter to be here. Even though she was 10 years she had the body of a small seven year old and she looked as fragile and dainty as a procaine doll. She had silvery blue eyes and very long eye lashes that framed them perfectly and her checks where complete with freckles, dimples and her own blush. Her hair was platinum blond and wispy that was tied up in two pink bunches on the top of her head and she wore pink rimmed glasses with white bunny’s on the arms and a discreetly placed hot pink hearing aid behind both ears ear.

“Esmee! Little monster! It’s me, Ruby, Ruby Jinks!” The mother of the child shouted knocking my out of my observation of the child that was holding onto her with one had.

“We used to live here together! Remember! You work here now! That’s great! I was so worried about Madeline coming!” Ruby spluttered, “Madeline this is Esmee, say hello and be nice.” Ruby said sweetly pulling her child around so she had to look at me.

“Hello Madeline, how are you?” I asked. Madeline looked at me suspiciously for a while before pulling her face into a huge smile showing a gummy gap in her front teeth before opening her mouth and yelling “You’re a fucking whore!” At the top of her voice.