Chapter Thirteen-The Mental Hospital

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That's, where I was wrong...

After school, I was met with Tiffany at the spot. Outside the school, near the basketball hoops. I was not really expecting her to be there alone because, I mean it is Tiffany we are talking about and, my assumption was right.

If I had to guess two other people were there, I heard the differences in breathing. They seemed to be men again, if I had to guess. I was ready to go home, already but considering my boyfriends literal life was on the line I had no choice but to play along with her little games.

Tiffany then spoke, "Nice to see you care about someone other than yourself, Ivary." I cringe at the name every time but, I didn't speak up. I was now terrified, I felt the presence of the two men get closer. I tried to shrug off the feeling as my own imagination but, I knew that wouldn't work for long as I was being dragged and thrown into a metal.... Van? It was padded so, I couldn't get out. The door was quickly shut behind me as I banged on the padding, crying "LET ME OUT." I begged, I hated small spaces.

This small space, I didn't know where I was and who I was going to and why this was even happening. I didn't want this, I wanted my boyfriend to be free. Sally, Soda and hell even Tracy. She didn't deserve this kind of treatment, either. I was ready to get out and, I was in this car being taken... Somewhere.

I was taken out of the car in a rush, my mouth covered. It's like they knew if they let go I would scream my lungs out and ask for help wherever I could get it. My vision was darker than normal, probably meaning we were in a very dark place. I didn't like it, being able to see or not. The atmosphere was quiet and, eerie. The room I was thrown in was something of a jail cell. The floor was cold, rocky even. It was definitely aged, I was just trying to process everything. The floor, the broken and mossy walls. It was like I was in a jungle but, in a facility of some sort?

I heard footsteps down the hallway, coming toward me. The door was opened and, a sweet and soft voice said, "Hello, sweetheart. I know you are scared, worried even. I am Dr. Lawson and I will be taking care of you." I sat up, confused and shaking. So much was happening and I didn't even know where I was.

She touched my shoulder and, I jumped. "It's okay, dear... I'm only hear to help you." I wanted to relax and, trust her but... Tiffany sent me here. Tiffany, of all people. She wanted to.... Help me? No, it couldn't be. It was a lie, it had to be. She bullied me all my life. She hurt me, stabbed me... Made me scarred... So many scars. So much hurt... "Ivan?" I heard the girl, apparently named Dr. Lawson say. "You called me-"

"Yes, I called you Ivan. I know your name, dear... You're safe. I assure you." She said, cutting me off. I nodded, at a loss for words. She called me by my name. Was I safe? Was I...? I felt my ears ringing, my hearing went slowly... "Goodnight." She said softly.

I woke up in my dreams, everything was blurred. I had eyes here... Where was I? "Don't trust it here." I heard a male, pleading voice say. "Where am I?!" I asked, panicked still shaking. I felt a small tug at my shirt, looking down I saw a little girl. "Don't cry, mister.... Your friends will find you... You'll be okay..." She said worriedly and, sadly. I picked her up, holding her close.

"I'll be okay... With or, without them...." I said, sadly having already been tearing up. She wiped my face, "You're going to wake up soon, in pain... You'll be bloody just, don't move. Okay?" I nodded, confused though.

Before long, I woke up. An aching pain going through my spine, everything around me wet and warm... 'blood,' I thought. I was making sure I didn't cry, I couldn't. I promised.... My body pulsated with pain aching, vivid pain.

I promised the little girl I wouldn't move, not a muscle. My head ached, so very much. The warmth of my blood made my skin shiver. I was trapped, alone. Alone, just like any other time. Alone, like I was bound to be forever. Alone, warm... Quiet. I didn't move, footsteps coming closer to me. "Oh, you're awake." I heard the soft, lean and professional voice say. I didn't answer, I was petrified. I couldn't move, I couldn't cry. I couldn't do anything... I was helpless. I was broken.

That's all I'll ever be, the last thing I heard before I passed back out was the sweet voice whispering, "Help your soul, rest now..." I passed out, blanking back to the new place. It looked different this time, almost like the house I grew up in.... The apartment, Addison apartments?

It couldn't be... It can't, I wasn't there. I was in some fucking mental institution. A weird place, an alone place.... It felt like I was living everything again, my childhood. My life... It couldn't be true, I needed to find a way out. A way to be free. I wanted to be in Allen's arms, Liz's, Soda's and hell... Even Sally's. I missed the way they bothered me, hell even made fun of me.

I woke up in a bed, no pain... Numbness all over my body, I sat up but something told me to not. I then stayed laid down, this wasn't fair.... Where was I? Where...

.....And then it clicked....

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 05, 2022 ⏰

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