The Implications Involving Charlie.

The beginning 1.

Sweet glowing skin, fill your lungs.

11:24 am

The park empty per usual, the morning was still early and the sky was a pale blue which could make the coldest hearts feel warmth. Water glistened beneath my feet and I felt at peace. But with that I also felt lonesome, the dress I wore met above the knees and the sleeves covered till my elbow fanning out ever so slightly at the end. What kept me warm in the autumn weather was the cream chunky cardigan I wore over, it covered my hands and kept me happy.

"Breath."

I fill my lungs with the intoxicating fragrant air. The coldness made my throat freeze and my nostrils burn.

Eighteen years of age and this is what I did in my spare time.

I walked towards the oak tree in the park where I seen a group off teenagers surround the trunk.
I pondered over how old the tree would be, the strong scent of wood and the leaves which fell at my feet was enough to make me over think and stop wondering.

I passed the girls and boys standing around, they were paying so much attention to the boy strumming his guitar.
Callous fingers and bleached hair made for good entertainment, I didn't know if it was his soft voice or the fact he had a pretty face that made them so distracted.

The sky turned grey and so did the pit of my stomach, I had to go to my couniller,
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"Do you have everything?" Mum said

"I forgot my soul," I had a blank expression plastered on my face, she was contemplating if I was being serious or not.

She just rolled her eyes and smiled,
"Remember to be honest," I closed the door behind me and waved goodbye.
Sometimes I wonder if I get this from her or my dad. I don't know him anyways so how would I ever know.

The building that stood in front of me looked like a prison and the fortress of solitude which it presented. My chest tightened and I closed my eyes to breath for a moment. I open the heavy door and walk along the clean corridors, the walls were covered in art done by the patients admitted here.

A girl with demons flying around her head.
A knife with names written on it
A blob of a black paint.

They all said something about the patients, I walk further down the never ending path towards a room where they practise the battle of "emotions"
Quotes were written across the walls and distant screams could be heard from the patients rooms. I chilled shiver crawled up the back of my neck and down to my tail bone as I sat in the wating room till I was called.

The glass booth in front of me held two girls who looked as though they hated being here, I would find it worrying if they didn't. The old TV hug up on top of the wall with a bad signal and volume turned down too low.

"Its bullshit." My head cocks round to the boy sitting beside me, his eyes were glued to the magazine he was reading.

"Yeah I never really liked fashion either." I smirked at him whilst he let out a breath of air which sounded almost like a laugh.

"Not that.. Well yes that but also the fact that were here."
He turns his gaze to meet mine and I can finally get the full view of his face.
Dark blonde hair which effortlessly sat along his head as I way I could only describe as natural, his blue eyes had hints of grey in them and they sunk in with dark circles, I didn't know whether they were genetic or from lack of sleep.
He wore a black hoodie and jeans, they had some weird writing on it and I tried figuring out what it was.

"How do you even know I'm here?, I could just be a figment of your insane imagination." I tilt my head and smirked.

"Are you?"

"Am I?"

I felt bubbles in my stomach as he spoke to me, there was a texture in his voice which made him sound gentle and kind.
Last year when it got bad they wouldn't let me see anyone. I was a danger. That's what they all told me. And it was her fault.

"I think someone's calling you," I snap out of my daydream, he was right they were calling me. I didn't understand why I couldn't hear them, it was like I had distanced myself from the world.

"Valerie?" I cocked my head around and seen my councillor standing at the glass door.
I wave goodbye to the boy I seen and walked through the continuous corridor.

The room changed each time I had gone in there. It was either one chair was taken or a completely different room.

"So valerie, how have you been?" Her voice was sweet and soulful. I wondered how many people have been sitting where I am now, how many of them are still here.
I don't even think I was anymore.

"You know, just like."
I cut off and she waited till I continued but I didn't.

"Okay.. What did you do this week?"

"Stuff."

I had realised I had become more increasingly difficult to talk to as I just knew that the people who were listening didn't care anymore, why would they? Its not like they signed a contract but to me a promise was a contract, in my life a lot of have been broken. By those I thought were close to me.