𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦?-𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯

her eyes sing stories with sad endings

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It was the day you were being moved to the mental hospital. Beth said you weren't staying long but it all still depends on your behavior.

You didn't have many stuff to bring with you, other than one Diane's sweater you arrived at the hospital in.

-"It's time to go..."-Beth said after knocking on the doors. She held her hand out for you to hold and she led you through the hallways.

-"Beth, can I see her? Just once?"

-"Look... (Y/n), I'm sorry but..."

-You pulled your hand out of Beth's and stepped away from her. In the middle of the hospital you started yelling. You couldn't hold yourself anymore;

-"Why!? Why are you keeping me away from her!? I can't be like this anymore... Please, Beth! You've talked to me for hours, you know me! Please! Just for ten minutes!"-tears were running down your face as the whole hospital was staring right at you. Some other nurses wanted to take you away while you started screaming, but Beth motioned with her hand for them to step aside.

-"Stop it! Stop it, (y/n)! She's dead! Diane's dead. I'm sorry, I just couldn't tell you. She died a few days ago after sudden complications."

Tears streamed down your face and you opened your mouth in shock. You didn't say a word later. Beth told the nurses to take you away and she left, crying herself.

Two nurses, together with Jenna put you in the hospital vehicle that moved you to the mental hospital. It was peaceful there. A nice nurse, Mary, showed you around. She tried to speak to you but you just stayed quiet.

You couldn't believe Diane was actually dead; dead before I could ever even tell her, how much I loved her. Died thinking she forced me to be around her, when I was actually the one staying.

I've known so many last words, but I'll never know hers.

My room was empty, cold. A small window revealed the pale sky. I laid down on my bed, and hugged that one Diane's sweater I had with me.

It still smells just like her. Like I can still feel her, but she's gone. Now this has me remembering the time when I kissed her, I forgot to breathe. It just didn't seem as important at the time. But I've always known... It was too good to be true, too good to last. I feel like now death is the only thing I'm looking forward to.

February 27th, two months went by;

A knock on the door wakes me up. I sit up on my bed, not being able to move as much because of the surgery I had done to my ankles. I see nurse Mary in front of the doorway;

-"Morning! You have a visit. Need some help?"

-"That would be kind of you."

-Mary helped you get into the wheelchair and she led you to the room for visits. You still had no idea who could be visiting, then you noticed a familiar nurse. You weren't so happy to see her, but you didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the place again.

-"Hey, (y/n). It's Jenna. You remember me?"

-You didn't answer anything to her. She started speaking after anyways;

-"Well we can't change the past now can we? Diane's passing wasn't anybody's fault. She got a horrible infection remember?"

-"Yeah, under your care."

-"Oh, so she speaks. You know you can't blame me for it. Anyway, I wanted to see how you are doing here. It seems like a nice place."

-"Very nice. It smells like medicine for children 24/7 and I'm fed with nasty porridge. I can't even have a mirror in my room. You know how many days I haven't looked at myself? Well, many. I'm not able to shower myself so I can either smell like a bag of shit or get naked in front of weird doctors to wash me."