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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Help Our Soul -INCOMPLETE-
FanfikceIvan just started highschool. Bullies, friends and more. Nobody knows about the dark secrets within the Addison Apartments... Ivan starts having terrible nightmares and, terrible things start to happen Read more to find out what happens next! . Not...