Suicide was the best thing I've ever done

Chapter 4: It's nice to have a friend

       As I pull away from the kiss, my new roommate quickly jumps backwards springing away from me. Her expression grows almost offended as if pulling away from a kiss with a complete stranger should be considered some sort of offence. ''What are you doing?'' I ask, placing my fingers on my lips in shock. As she came to a realization of what she had just done, she gasps and covers her mouth with her right hand.

''Oh my god, I cannot believe I just did that...'' She sort of apologizes. ''The nurse said that they were bringing a girl back with them and I just assumed it was my girlfriend, I'm so sorry.'' At least she didn't mean to kiss me, that makes me feel a little better about pulling away. To be completely fair she is really pretty, but imagine if she pulled out of the kiss expecting her girlfriend? She probably would've been just as confused as I was.

''Oh um, it's okay, really. I'm just glad that you aren't some crazy person who greets random people by making out with them.'' I laugh.

''We prefer the term sick here.' the girl corrects, ''crazy is a huge no-no word.''

''Oh, right. I forgot where we were for a second...'' which is true, kissing a random girl made the atmosphere disappear, so I can't blame myself for forgetting that I was in a mental institution. I was still confused about how she just decided to kiss me though, I mean unless her girlfriend and I were long-lost twins, then I don't see how she saw my face and still thought ''Yup, good enough.''

She left my presence and is walking back over to her side of the room, re-arranging her hairbrush and toiletries back into place. ''So... how could you mistake me for your girlfriend anyways? Doesn't she at least have one unique feature?'' I interrogate.

She turns around giggling at my question before responding, ''I saw blonde wavy hair, and that's all I remember about her appearance so...''

''All you remember?'' With all the questions flying out of me, she's going to think I'm the crazy one. Sorry, the sick one.

''Well ya, she's also a patient here so they won't let us see each other anymore. We used to be roommates but then she was moved to a different floor because we became ''too untrusting for our own good'', whatever that means.'' Yes, she used actual air quotes.

I wasn't even sure what to say. Not being able to see someone that you're in love with has to be draining and frustrating. I'm sure if they let her visit her girlfriend she'd recover from whatever she has in no time.

She drags me out of my thoughts by strutting over to me and holding out her hand, which I met with mine. ''I'm Valina'' she introduces.

Of course, I respond with ''Nice to meet you, I'm Hanna.''

''Pretty name.'' Valina compliments, walking towards our front door.

''Yours too.'' I reciprocate, standing in place. ''Where are you going?'' I ask, looking up at her with her fist on the doorknob.

''Why?'' Now who's filled with questions... ''Wanna come with?''

I have lots of unpacking to do, although, from the look of Valinas' side, the patients live out of their own suitcases anyways. I guess I could use a tour of the place. ''A tour?'' I question.

''If you're lucky.'' She winks, turning the doorknob and walking out into the hallway. She even left the door open as if she was prompting me to follow her, so I did. I pick up my walking pace as I leave our room and catch up with her. We head left, then right, then right, then left, and I end up completely losing track of where we were or how to get back to our room. Let's hope wherever we're going isn't important, or I'm going to need a map.

       Valina stops when we approach a front desk. The lady behind it is sitting, taking notes, and eating an apple, not worried by our presence at all. Valina speaks loudly to get her attention, ''Lunchtime already Gladys?'' The woman fumbled her pen as she sat up, startled. She presses a red buzzer on the wall and a metal door in front of Valina and I opens. Valina walks in first and I follow her lead. She seems to know her way around, I wonder how long she's been here? She acts like she owns the place. The doorway leads to a widespread room with bright strip lights barring the ceiling and round tables scattered all over. There are a few couches and seats in the one farthest corner, but besides that, the place doesn't look very homey.