sHe: THE RISE OF THE NEW BREEDS [Book 1]

THE NEW ORDER [3 of 7]

THE SUPERANNUATED, BUT YET esteemed building stood the test of time, on a remote hilltop. It was a private rehabilitation facility, which treated substance addiction and mentally depressed patients — amongst the shamed, socially rich and famous — whose primary request, was to remain discrete from the public's eyes. In it, was one of its long staying resident — a red-haired woman, who was twenty-eight years of age — suffering from substance abuse and elation since her teens.

Samantha stared out of the window, disregarding herself from the other fellow patients behind her, who were minded by some female nurses and orderlies on duty. She was sedated with her medications this morning, and she stood like a statue — gazing out blank at a nearby tree branch with a bird nest — her only movement was the tips of her fingernails — caressing the glass window pane, like she was stroking the baby chicks, in the nest outside — putting the two babies to sleep.

A nurse came over and guided the logy Samantha away from the window.

*

A limousine arrived at the facility. The director of the facility, Betty Hendrix opened the front door of the medical unit to welcome her distinctive visitors — Senator Madeline Cory and her assistant Lucinda Gates. The new bodyguard, Agatha Wolfe opened the sedan door for the Senator, while the obsequious director, Hendrix was declaiming flatteries since their arrival...

"Senator Cory, I am so delighted that you are paying us a visit in between your busy schedule Ma'am. You must be very busy in your campaigning, and I am too following that enthusiastically in the news and also on Twitter, of course." They walked into the hallway of the facility — and the spouting director went on vehemently...

"I am your big supporter, Senator — I know you will win this time around, and you will then fulfil the legacy of your late husband, Senator Richard Cory. I believe you will soon be stepping into the White House in his place, and I was also his big supporter back then — when he first visited us here, twelve years ago before the virus attacks."

That was when Richard Cory admitted his cocaine addict, teenaged daughter over there — and he never came back again to see her.

Madeline Cory spurned back and grumbled with bitterness to the director's fawning. "You can stop patronizing that bastard, Hendrix — well, you saw the news back then — and commonsense will unquestionably point the finger to what an asshole my late husband was at that time — he was so close to being the next damn President, but he screwed it all up — with his pants down with a pop star, who in fact, was just a few years older than his own damn daughter — and that shit led to old man Rosewood gained the footing by exposing the damn scandal — and after then, the senile fool became the President."

Cory sighed out while recollecting the past...

"So now, how is his daughter?"

Although, Hendrix was put into her place, yet — she still responded back with milder fawning...

"Samantha is fine, Ma'am, and she is the model patient in this facility for her good behaviour. Yes, Senator Cory. We have always been providing the very best of nursing care for her, since the day she brought into our doorstep twelve years ago."

*

Samantha was seated in a private parlour and a nurse was with her in the room.

"There are no windows in here, I want to see the mother bird feeding the baby chicks in the nest..."

The sedated patient said anxiously at the unacquainted milieu — and the tolerant nurse replied...