Sane

12

This time when I walked through the pale door I was almost thankful to be in the safety of familiarity. I walked over to the bed and collapsed on it, feeling drained and exhausted mentally and physically. I had seen things I thought I would never have to see, and now I'm trying to forget the mental image of a woman's eye being impaled with a remote control. I shook my head, trying to force the bile that was slowly rising in my throat down the best of my ability. I felt sick to my stomach, unsafe, and out of control. Here I am sane being forced to live with people who are insane. I've got to definitely avoid trouble with everyone unlike my usual rebel state. Rebel. That feeling is almost foreign to me.
I used to get in trouble, back talk elders and teachers, and ditch school or important events to hangout with Sam and her now ex boyfriend whenever he tagged along. Here, I'm not that girl anymore. I'm vulnerable...something I haven't been since my parents passed away.
My eyelids grew heavy as each second passed, until they were no longer able to be forced open. I let the darkness take ahold of me as I slowly succumbed to the dreamt state.

I awoke to the sound of the door opening and looked over to see James walking in with a tray of food. I scrunged my face in confusion, trying to figure out how I had slept as long as I did.
Yimani serves dinner, so does that mean I slept away the rest of the day?
He quietly made his way over and placed the tray on the desk where it's usually placed before turning around and facing me.
"Was supper already served?" I asked, still not believing I slept all the way through till now.

He blew a short breath of air from his nostrils, finding the situation amusing.

"Yes, it was but I'll tell you what. Today you get a free pass so enjoy sweetheart." I didn't understand what he meant until I noticed the other tray next to the one he had placed down.
"I'm not your sweetheart and I'm not hungry." The images of earlier still stained my memory and food didn't exactly sound appetizing as of right now.
He only laughed lightly, amused for some reason even though I tried to sound as bitter as possible.
As he walked out I didn't hear the small "you will be" escape from his thin lips. The blond cocky dietician held a smirk as he left the room, his cart full of trays squeaking down the hallway.
I wasn't making a big deal about oversleeping because of the food, it's because I wanted to try and speak to Yimani again. It seemed like she was actually starting to understand before fate decided to be a bitch and she had to leave.

I sighed and stretched out my limbs, fully coming to terms with the fact that I was under the covers now instead of lazily laying across them like I was when I first layed down. I rubbed the last bit of tiredness from my eyes and stood up and made my way towards the desk. Even though I'm not gonna eat it I was still curious about their version of 'dessert'.
Once I was standing in front of the two I opened up the one that had been sitting there before the dessert.
Inside was a simple mashed potatoes, what looked to be Salisbury steak, and some peas on the side. If I were hungry I would probably be eating it right in that moment, instead I chose to close it back up and open the other tray which was a lousy excuse of gelatin(with the medicine probably added of course).
I hummed in dissatisfaction and strolled back over to the bed and plopped down; thinking about the day I had just endured. This place is just lifeless and boring; a few days ago I would never have to be bored or just sit around with nothing to do, yet here I am feeling more trapped than I ever have in my life.

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I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes as I shut the light off in the game room, sparing a small glance at the faded blood stain in front of the sofa. Working here is really the best and the worse; one of the worse reasons being what happened today. A good thing about working here is it'll benefit my working career and ensures I will have a good pay in the future. With the good outweighing the bad, I close the door and make my way towards the front desk with my keys in hand.

"Have a good evening Dr. Browning." Chirped Carolyn walking waving her fingers at me slightly, while laying in her rolling chair for evening watch. Her long brown hair cupped her round face as her ebony eyes eyed my form. To anyone else she would be the definition of beauty, but to me she's just a other one of Maddie's minions.
"Same to you." I quickly muttered as I made my way out the front doors.
The cool air rippled against my skin as I made my way to my car. Once I spotted the already used vehicle I made way over, hopped in and started the engine before pulling out of the driveway. The ward is far from the city as to make sure anyone who happened to escape wouldn't make it very far, so it's a good minute drive to my home.
About halfway through, I felt my ringtone go off in my pocket, and with sudden curiosity and self confidence I picked up the phone and opened up the message icon that was a result from it.

"Damnit." I muttered as clicked off the message of my mother asking if we were still having a family dinner. In a honesty I forgot about it, not really expecting my dad to show up anyways. Our family has been distant lately with my father and I working and my mother has gotten to lavish in the good amount of money our income contains. After a while she missed how close the family has been and ever since she's been trying to plan family time for us(even though it barely worked).
I was hoping to go home, take a nice hot shower and try and keep the rest of this stressful day away. Now I have to get redressed and spend a couple of hours with people who are starting to feel more like strangers rather than my own parents.
Once I was in the drive way of my decent apartment I quickly rushed upstairs, sending my mother a quick "be there in 30" message and making my way to my bedroom to get a shower and get changed from my work attire.
As soon as the steamy water made contact with my skin I already felt like making up an excuse and carrying on with the plans of my choice. I immediately relaxed, feeling less tired than I had earlier. I love showers, but hate the fact that I think a lot throughout the whole thing.
Everything about today has been so confusing and frustrating, and for some reason none of it made any sense. From the promotion to the eye gouging everything was crossing my mind all at once. My father's been different lately. He's always been odd unlike some father's I watched growing up, but never like he's been now. It seems like he has no conscious, and he has this certain authority over any and everyone he meets.

I shook my head ridding the thoughts the best I could before finishing up my business in the euphoric water. I quickly got dry and made my way into the bedroom to find something to wear before I started grooming my hair. A slight smile appeared on my lips as I remembered a funny encounter my mom and I had about how much I groom myself more than females do. I always make sure my curls are healthy and well brushed and taken care of, and when a barber's appointment is needed I always get the hookup.
Withing twenty minutes I was fully dressed and ready to make my way out the door and on my way to the large chateau that my father owned.