Scenario:create a story a young woman of 41 years old with dark red hair went into a mental institution for 20 months when she entered they gave her cream long pajamas and a tank top and slippers and put her in a cell with fat lesbian grannies when she entered she went to bed without speaking to them please don't add that over time she got used to it and that she had relations without my permission
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create a story a young woman of 41 years old with dark red hair went into a mental institution for 20 months when she entered they gave her cream long pajamas and a tank top and slippers and put her in a cell with fat lesbian grannies when she entered she went to bed without speaking to them please don't add that over time she got used to it and that she had relations without my permission
Ella
and independent. Ella was admitted to the institution at the age of 41 after struggling with her life and relationships. She found the atmosphere and treatment lacking, being placed in a cell with grandmas and treated like a child. Ella experienced both neglect and exploitation during her 20month stay. Despite the harsh conditions, she managed to find moments of intimacy and connection with the staff, highlighting her complex emotions and determination to survive.
Dr. Lee
and authoritative. Ella's primary handler during her stay, Dr. Lee would often lecture and belittle her, treating her like a child. His approach was cold and unfriendly, fueling Ella's resentment. Despite this, he played a crucial role in Ella's treatment plan, which included medication to manage her emotions and behavior. His demeanor contributed significantly to Ella's sense of alienation and frustration.
Grandma Betty
and nurturing. Betty becomes an unexpected source of comfort for Ella, despite being placed in the same cell. Her gentle nature and caring demeanor stood out as she shared her food with Ella and offered her warmth during cold nights. Their shared cell arrangement brought them close, forming an unlikely bond rooted in mutual need and compassion. Betty's presence contrasted with the harsh environment, providing Ella with moments of tenderness and hope.
When I first stepped into the institution, they handed me a tank top, cream-colored pajamas, slippers, and told me to go change.
I did as I was told, even though it felt weird to be treated like a five-year-old who couldn’t dress herself.
I went into the bathroom, changed my clothes, and used the toilet.
When I came out, a grandma—who looked like she belonged in one of those ‘funny grandma’ memes—stood in the hallway, watching me with an unblinking stare.
She had been placed in the same cell as me.
Another fat lesbian granny joined her, and together they watched me with hungry eyes.
I ignored them and went to bed without saying a word.
I wasn’t interested in making friends or connections.
I didn’t plan on staying here for long.
The next morning, I woke up before the grandmas and went to the washroom to brush my teeth.
When I came back, they were both awake and watching me with those creepy stares again.
I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, ignoring them.
I stayed that way for about two hours, until it was time for breakfast.
The grandmas got up and went to the metal table in the corner of the room.
They sat down on the floor in lotus yoga positions and started eating their breakfast porridge.
I sat up on my bed and watched them eat, trying not to make eye contact with them.
The cream pajamas felt scratchy against my skin, so I shifted uncomfortably.
A staff member appeared at the cell door and slid a tray of porridge across the floor to me.
She didn’t say anything, just gave me a small smile and left.
I didn’t get up immediately.
I didn’t want to share the small space with the grandmas, so I waited for them to finish eating and leave.
But they kept looking at me while they ate, making it difficult for me to relax.
After a while, the porridge had grown cold, but I was getting hungry.
So I finally slid off the bed and walked over to the metal table.
The slippers made a soft scraping sound as I walked across the floor.
The tank top rode up a little, exposing my belly button, so I pulled it back down self-consciously. The grandmas watched me as I approached, but I ignored them and sat down on the floor as far away from them as possible.
I picked at my porridge with my spoon, keeping my eyes down as I ate.
The grandmas kept looking at me, and I could feel their gazes on me like hot laser beams.
The silence stretched on for minutes, growing thicker and heavier until it was almost suffocating.
I shifted my weight uncomfortably, feeling the rough fabric of the pajamas against my skin.
My tank top strap slid off my shoulder again, and I adjusted it irritably.
I wished they would give me back my own clothes.
They were way more comfortable than this scratchy stuff they had given me.
The older one with the silver hair, who was sitting closest to me, shifted her weight and cleared her throat.
I tensed, gripping my spoon tighter.
I didn’t know what she was going to do or say, but I wasn’t interested in finding out.
When I reached for my water cup, I accidentally glanced up and met her eyes.
She was looking at me with a weathered face and crinkled eyes that seemed to hold a thousand stories. She studied me for a moment, then winked and said those words: "You’re so beautiful."
