Elle watches as the butlers load her suitcases into the car. One month. They're leaving her in an insane asylum for a whole fucking month.
She glares at her mother who is waving for her to come outside.
She dials Olivia's number and leaves her a message, telling her she's going away for a while.
Elle Taylor being in an insane asylum is just too good of a story for even her best friend to keep to herself. So, Elle lies and says she's going to London for a month or so.
She walks down stairs and trudges outside, with her big coat on, frowning.
"It'll be okay, E." Her father says.
"Easy for you to say. you aren't the one who has to spend four weeks with a bunch of nut-cases."
"Get in the car." Elle's mother says, dryly.
She gets in, grumbling complaints loud enough for her parents to hear. But they ignore her. Like always. She could become addicted to heroin and get knocked up, and they probably wouldn't even notice.
She shakes her head, then puts her headphones on, praying they let her keep them in the asylum.
Episodes of American Horror Story Asylum play back in her head and she cringes.
"What if someone tries to kill me?" Elle snaps.
"No one will try to kill you." Diana responds, texting away like she always is.
"They could. And you know it's always the doctor right? He could give me electroshock therapy and drug me and then rape me."
"He could. But I think he's one of the top psych doctors in New York for a reason, dear."
"Maybe the women enjoy the molestation-"
"Elle. You're sense of humor is going to get you into quite a bit of trouble one of these days." Diana lectures her daughter while John laughs.
"I'm hilarious." Elle says, pretending to be offended.
"You're not funny." Diane says, shooting a glare at her husband. "And neither are you. Besides, this is a very progressive facility. Far more upscale than regular institutions."
John smiles, patting Elle's head.
When they get to the asylum, they check in at the desk.
"Welcome to Blackwell. My name is Rob. How can we help you?" A guy asks. He has red hair and he's dressed in tight pants and a neon floral shirt.
"We're here to check our daughter in to the crazy house." John says, placing a hand on Elle's shoulder with a smile. Elle glares at him.
"Right. Of course. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor?"
Diana smiles. "Soon to be Ms. Taylor if you don't shut the fuck up." She snaps, hitting John's chest.
John frowns.
"We have an appointment with Dr. Wilson Blackwell." Diana says.
