Jess awoke to the sound of someone pounding on a metal door, she had barricaded it with the bed frame and slept on the mattress that was laid on the ground. The 18 year old had been sent to Charolett's Institution for Feminine Health by her father because she was a quote: "unruly disobedient brat who doesn't know what's good for her." While Jess was rebellious and willful, her parents, more specifically her dad, were upset with her behavior; she had dyed her blonde hair black with red highlights, gotten face piercings, a couple tattoos, and she dated a guy two years older than her, Sven. He was the punk bad boy type that really pissed her father off.
Jess was wearing leather with a heavy metal band shirt, and black jeans, dark red lipstick, heavy black eyeliner.
Then the girl heard a loud thump and the door began to open with her barricade falling down. In walked two orderlies and a doctor, the two men grabbed her. Jess flailed and faught but their grips were too tight, the doctor came up to her, holding a paper cup with pills to in it. The young girl kept her mouth shut tight, she wasn't going to let them drug her. But the doctor had other plans; he pinched her nose, effectively cutting off her air. Jess held her breath for almost a minute, fighting harder against the orderlies. But soon she had to open her mouth to breath, the doctor kept her jaw open and shoved the pills past her lips, he poured a cup of water in her mouth and then closed it, keeping his hand over her mouth so she couldn't spit it out. Eventually Jess was felling lightheaded from the pack of air and resigned to swallow, once she did so the man removed his hand,
"Good girl, now come along and we can get you cleaned up." He cooed.
She looked at him with slightly scared but defiant look, they tried to motion her further but she dug her heels in. The two men dragged her out of the cell and into a bath area.