Sanity

Chapter Nine

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He dragged me down the hallway. His grip on my arm deadly. I was so afraid of discommoding him. I was perplexed by the anger radiating off of him. He grew more agitated when he seen Mary. She simply bowed her head when he walked past. It seemed almost normal for a girl to be getting dragged down the hallways. It was completely foreign to me. I was never one for conflict. I simply agreed for the sake of no brawl arising. He guided me straight down the steps, which I had tumbled down a short time ago, all the way towards the reception desk. The receptionist looked frightened, but quickly covered it with a big forced smile.

"Ah Mr.Styles, how may I help you today?"

"Evening Savannah. I would like to borrow this ravishing young lady."

I didn't understand what he meant, but I was curious. He couldn't just take me out, that was a fact, not even family members were allowed take the patients outside the grounds. She quickly adverted her gaze to her computer.

"Name ?"

I didn't know who she was talking to, I simply stayed quiet. I felt her gaze and Mr. Styles glare burning into the side of my head. I refused to speak. He gave me a quick shove, my body hit into the desk. Pain rippling through my hip bones. I didn't say anything again I stayed silent. How could she just let him push me like that, without even acknowledging the fact he just hurt me.

"Oh this is going to be fun."
He muttered, not even trying to to hide his smile.

"Tell her your name."

In that moment I forgot my name, I forgot how to form words around him. His penetrating gaze made me writher in my skin. Goosebumps coursed up my body. The hair rose on the back of me neck, not in a good way.

"Now."

I could hear ringing. It was my screams. My wallowing sharp screech. He was shouting now and I grew anxious. I slowly crept backwards none of them noticing too busy calling for Mary. I ran. I ran like my life depended on it. I headed straight for the bathroom, knowing it had a lock. I wouldn't make it far if I exited the building. I locked the door and tried to push the cabinet up against it. It wouldn't move. I was too weak. I couldn't physically push a cabinet full of god knows what. I was weak. Weak.

Eventually I felt moisture on my cheeks. I was crying, and yet I didn't feel any emotional connection with my tears. It was like my soul was turned off. I grew more and more upset over the fact that this wasn't affecting me in an emotional way. I couldn't feel the pain I longed to feel. I screamed. I screamed so loud that it hurt. My throat throbbed. My ears were ringing. It wasn't a good thing to do when hiding, but I was distressed. A distressed teenage girl who had no idea what she was in for. It didn't help me when I heard knocking on the door. I didn't open it. I crept towards the bath and sat in it. I brought my knees up to my chest. I pulled across the shower curtain hoping whoever it was wouldn't see me if they managed to open the door. I heard the lock click, signalling that someone had managed to open the door. It wasn't fair, I needed to be by myself. My head had to be cleared. I heard boots hit off of the tiled floor. I knew it was him, he claimed he wanted to borrow me. I didn't know what that meant and I didn't want to, it didn't sound appealing, but according to my mother no men are. I felt my heart racing the more he neared my hiding place. I heard him open the cabinet doors and throw everything out. I bit my lip to regain myself from screaming. I heard glass break and eventually it stopped. It was silent, too silent. My pulse quickened with every mere second that passed. It was drastic. I was nearly certain he could hear my heart beat erratically in my chest. I was so sure that he would find me. Use me for his own benefits. My mother claimed that,that is all men do, use women for their needs, their wants and benefits. A women has no say in how this world is run, women are inferior men are superior. The main boss. I once googled feminism and told my mother about it. She refused to let me leave my room until I repeatedly told her I was wrong. I then used to go to the library and use the computer there. It made it seem like all my mother thought me were lies, but I would never disagree with her or try to make her look at it from my perspective. I was weak in all forms. I was naive, stupid if you must. I didn't realise at first that my mother was crazy and full of lies, in fact sometimes I think she may be telling the truth but at points I know it's just her views on things. I heard foot steps again and I tucked my head into my knees.

"You sure she isn't in there?"

It was an unfamiliar voice. It was feminine. It had to be someone who works here.

"Yes I'm sure. Now go."

It was him. I could tell. The power and authority present in his voice.

I heard quick footsteps. Slowly they drowned out. It was her quickly speed walking away.

I felt breath fan across the back of my neck. I jumped.

"Boo."

It was him. He whispered it as if it was a casual, normal thing to do.

The curtain was yanked back. I opened my mouth to scream but he quickly placed his hand over my mouth.

"You've got a fine per of lungs on you princess."

He stated these things as if it was normal. As if it was normal for you to compliment a girls lungs after her screaming for a solid fifth-teen minutes.

"You ever smoked?"

I simply looked at the ground as he grabbed my arm and hauled me up. I stepped over the side of the bath, feeling tired and deflated. Of course I never had smoked. It was poison. Poison that coated your lungs.

"No? Never. Good good."

I would've laughed at his petty attempt of a conversation had it been on a silly programme, but this was real life I reminded my self, as I looked around the bathroom, it was thrashed, the only thing still standing was the shower curtain. I felt his grip on my arm tighten.

"Now, let's try this again shall we."

It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

~basically the whole plot has changed, because I didn't like the other one and my writing was crap when I first started out. I hope y'all don't hate me for completely changing the story and y'all see my point on why I had to. I have literally been writing non stop for the past few days trying to get this story to come together and make sense, hope you enjoy it 👍🏾