It was under control

sixteen

Jules

"So are you suicidal?" Is he being serious? I couldn't quite tell, he was very much a sarcastic character. I took a long inhale and let the smoke escape out of my mouth. It was a great feeling, because for just a couple of seconds the pain disappeared. The dizziness accompanied with it, gives a euphoric and temporary high feeling. I handed back the cigarette to him, and laughed slightly.

"That's like me asking if you are in a psych ward." He let out a smoky laugh and I joined in.

"Fair," he chuckled again, "that's very true, but you act happy, if that makes sense."

"Well... maybe I am depressed and suicidal, maybe i'm just making it up!"

"Yeah... you and I both wouldn't be locked up in this place if that was true." He took a long drag out of the cigarette and tapped it lightly, "how are we going to explain this to the staff?"

"That's if we go back." I smirked.

"We sort of have to Jules, they will have everyone out to look for us."

"We are in plain sight, if they don't look around here, are they even really trying to find us?"

"We are in a blind spot."

I shrugged, "not our fault."

He smiled, "you really are a risk taker, we are going to be in so much shit for this." I took the cigarette from his hand, taking another inhale of it and lifting my head to release it into the atmosphere. I closed my eyes, the noise of the sweet birds chirping was interrupted by the ongoing alarm that was set off in the psychiatric ward. 2 patients escaping at the same time, was bound to cause a panic. As we sat on the hard concrete floor, around the back of the psychiatric ward, it reminded me of my attempt to leave the ward before, it brought back the memories, ones I do not wish to remember. I rubbed the plaster that was secured onto my forehead, and gazed over at the boy who was in his own head.

We sat in silence for a while, feeling the cold floor around us, feeling the light wind in my hair, peering at the bandaged boy beside me, in complete bewilderment about our lives, "we should go back shouldn't we."

"Probably."

"Let's just wait a couple more minutes, our last minutes of freedom ay, before we get absolutely slaughtered by Doctor White and our psychiatrists!"

"I still can't believe, the girl who is on a strict 1-1 observation and bed rest, managed to leave the psychiatric ward. Shows how fucking secure this place is."

"It amazes me how gullible the nurses are." I laughed, until I heard incoming footsteps which forced me to hold my breath. I looked over with anxiety at the boy, "shit," I whispered, "we gotta go!"

He quickly whispered back, "no! Stay still."

"No! We have to run!" And with that I grabbed the depressed boys arm and made a sprint for it, the staff running behind us as we made our way across the car park, reaching the main road and running as fast as we possibly could to get away from them, while they shouted out both of our names.

"I can't believe you!" He said breathless.

"Neither can I!" I said with a smile on my face, I felt free, I felt happy. But I knew this would all come crashing down. Let's bear in mind here, there are two very unhealthy teenagers, attempting to run away from grown adults, who are use to chasing after patients for a living. We were bound to be caught. I dragged the boy to the right, exactly the path I took on my first rodeo, until he was snatched out of my grasp by a security guard, I didn't have time to think, as he yelled out my name, and screamed for them to get off him. I continued to run, not getting far until my jumper was pulled and I was dragged into someone via the waist. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I kicked and squirmed at the strong restrainer.