4:Leaving

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Clair-

I continue to change, fast. "Uh, ok. I'm good now." I say out. 

I hear feet shuffle, and the door open.  

"Then lets go, it pains me to hear all the screams and pain in their voices." her voice cracks. So she is pretty, and is nice. I wonder what else she is. 

But I shouldn't care, I can't care. Not now, not ever again. And I won't, I'll make sure of that. 

I stand up, grab my rings and walk out the door. Not believing I get to leave. The sound of others melt away, my ears start ringing. My mind fogs. My heart beats fastens. I haven't seen the outside in a long time, what if everythings changed. Is it more dangerous? Less? 

"Hey." 

I hear, the only word I could make out. 

"yes?" I answer back, counting the tiles as we walk to the front door.

"You good?" 

"Yea, why wouldn't I be?" My voice sounds numb, comes out mumbled. 

"Why won't you look at me? Like you know, eye contact?" The young Maggie questions. 

That is a really good question. 

"Because, If i look. I will fall in love. I do it every time. I get used to you, you become my person. But then you leave, they always do. So, I just hide, I can't get hurt if I don't get used to you. I can't fall in love, if I don't let you in." 

Its happened many times, my family, everyone seems to leave me. And I got tired of it. Every time, it would break me even more. So, I just don't let anyone in, protect myself from loving anyone, from the pain loving someone brings. 

"Damn. That hit hard." They connect. 

Yea, it does. 

"But not as hard as the reality of it." I sigh and pull out the hair that keeps poking me in the eye. 

"Hey, Clair?" The older Billie calls out.

"Yea?" 

"Would you want a hair cut? Your hair is very long, and beautiful. But maybe too long?.." 

She was right, it is long. But that isn't my fault. Its the asylums fault. They don't take care of things like that. 

"Uh, sure. I guess." 

"Ok, great. I know just the person. Maybe we can donate the hair you take off?" 

"Yea." I agree. 

No one talks after that. It becomes silent as we get stopped by someone I don't recognize. 

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