It was under control

nine

Jules woke up with a swollen face, accompanied with puffy eyes from crying so much after hearing the news. The screams down the hallway alerted Jules to the dreaded place that she was in. However the screaming continued, it didn't seem to stop like it usually would, surely a support worker would come along any minute and help the distressed girl. But no one did. Jules found the floor with her feet and tiptoed out to the landing, the corridor was eerily quite for this time in the morning, the shouting was ear piercing and loud bangs could be heard, however it was coming from the room Jules least wanted to go into. Sage's room. The poor girl was in such a state, hitting her head forcefully against any hard object in the room. Her screams growing louder and louder with each hit. "Sage what the actual fuck are you doing!" Does Jules help her worst enemy or leave her to suffer? Why the fuck is no one here?

Blood was pouring out the top of Sage's head, while she stumbled trying to regain her balance, she ran head first to the opposite wall, to which Jules plummeted forward, grabbing Sage's waist and pulling her back and down to the floor. They both were sprawled out on the ground, as it now became apparent to Jules that alarm bells were ringing; she was covered in blood and Sage was in tears of distress. This is going to look very bad. Running sounds advanced up the corridor. Shit Jules what are you going to do? Sage began to hit herself and Jules in the process, multiple occupational therapist practically fell through the room with speed. Jules was just sat on the floor, tainted by Sage's blood, which now looked like her own, she couldn't help but shake, traumatised by what she had witnessed. "Separate them, quickly!" Doctor White ordered, Tom rushed behind Jules, placing his hands under her armpits and pulled her up to the floor, her knees collapsed but she regained her strength. Jules was guided out of the room by Tom and another female support worker.

"Tom, this isn't my blood, I didn't do anything to her! I promise."

"Julianna there is not point lying." This time Tom didn't use 'Julianna' in the joking way like he always did. However I get why he doesn't believe her, he walked into a room covered in blood, two girls who despised each other draped on the floor, also covered in blood; and let's not forget one of them sobbing into their hands. Both girls known for being physically violent, especially towards each other.

"I DIDN'T HURT HER! I FUCKING HELPED HER! WHY WON'T YOU JUST BELIEVE ME?" Tom didn't believe her because quite frankly Jules had heard some tough news yesterday and was sort of expected to act out. Tom and the other staff at the psychiatric ward had been briefed about the outbursts of anger and poor behaviour that Jules would show, by Doctor Carson, who had said that he almost guaranteed that Jules would act out today. Jules stopped willingly walking by herself and was carried the rest of the way to the medical centre. Tom had a strong grip on Jules's minuscule arm, whilst dragging her screaming body into a room.

"Julianna calm down!"

"NO NO I'M NOT GETTING IN TROUBLE! I SHITTING HELPED HER TOM! I HELPED HER! SHE WAS RUNNING HEAD FIRST INTO A WALL DID YOU JUST WANT ME TO LET HER FUCKING KILL HERSELF?" And with that Jules was pinned down to the floor, her violent tendencies being exposed as she fought with the occupational therapists.

"Jules you need to stop! Stop!" As Tom wrestled with Jules's arms, "we can not give you medical attention if you are acting like this."

"IT'S NOT MY BLOOD! I'M NOT HURT! I DIDN'T FIGHT HER! GET THE FUCK OFF ME." She shouted through gritted teeth, Tom came right up to Jules's ear, telling her to take a deep breath and calm down, Jules looked up at him, her dull blue eyes expressing fear and frustration towards Tom; and with that his facial expression changed and he was one of understanding. "TOM! BELIEVE ME! YOU KNOW IF I HURT HER I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU. STOP YOU ARE HURTING ME!" A female nurse had pulled Jules's arm up her back at an awkward angle, putting her in extreme discomfort, not to mention the harsh force being applied to her freshly cut arms. "OKAY, OKAY I'LL STOP. I'VE CALMED DOWN. PLEASE GET OFF ME, PLEASE YOU ARE REALLY HURTING ME. TOM HELP!THEY ARE HURTING ME!" Jules's face was pushed into the ground while she continued to struggle and fight back.