When Your World is Washed Away

Chapter 1

"Watch where your going freak!" Lianna spit, as if it was my fault she was in my way, I was the one on the floor anyway.

"Sorry b*tch, I was just SLUTenly WHOREverwhelmed by the scent of you and your followers' perfume-marinated selves!" I shot back, even though I knew they were right about the freak part.

I got up off the hallway floor and sashayed away, nose held high right into fourth period english. Ignoring the confused looks of my classmates at my sudden appearance, I plopped into a chair and plastered a smirk on my face. Taking out my notebook, I began to scribble angrily on a blank page. The people at this school were always on my case, I mean, get a life!

I for sure had one, and it was complicated. Mr. Waters came sprinting into class, glasses askew, just on time for the bell to ring for class to start. I was zoned out before he even started talking and the rest of the school day droned on and on and on and on and... well you get the point.

By the time the bell rang to signify the end of the day, I felt like my brain was fried from my attempts to understand 10th grade concepts, I just wasn't that smart. In fact I wasn't that anything.

I walked to my locker, leaving everything inside, there was no way I was doing homework tonight. Fortunately, I had no more run-ins with Whore and her lackeys, Slut 1 and Slut 2, but I was still in a bad mood as I hopped on the bus.

I scanned my bus pass with as much attitude as possible before spinning on my heel and sashaying to the nearest seat. I gave an extra butt wiggle for good measure before sliding into the empty seat and waiting.

Waiting...

Waiting...

More waiting...

FINALLY!!

The bus stopped in front of the intimidating building that is Stonesville Mental Institution. Why here you ask? Well you'll see soon, won't you?

I practically ran off the bus before plastering a fake smile on my face and marching up the front walk. I entered through the barred glass doors and signed in on the volunteer sign-in sheet, even though I barely volunteered.

"How are you deary?" the receptionist asked in an irritatingly nasal voice.

Gosh, I felt bad for the patients here, the nurses were so annoying with their sympathetic voices.

"Amazing" I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

She looked taken aback, but I just marched past her and up the stairs to the third floor, the Adult Ward. I scanned my volunteer card in the door of room '305' and opened it.

"Emily is that you?" I heard my fathers deep voice ask, the same deep voice that filled my childhood years, but now it was different somehow. It was broken.

I quickly hid the frown that was forming on my face, but I couldn't do anything about the sadness in my eyes. I did a quick once-over of my father, he looked more pale than ever, and he seemed completely out of it, like he was looking right through me. He wasn't in his deep brown eyes anymore. Where was my father? The answer, he was the broken man in front of me, wearing a hospital gown and an armour made of scars on the inside and the outside.

I held him gently in a loving embrace, but I was careful, because he was made of glass, and I didn't dare break him. He was all I had left after all. Once I had pulled myself together I finally answered him,

"No Daddy it's me Lily, your daughter, Mom is gone, remember? She's been gone a while now."

By then I was choking on tears, but my Dad, he was just confused.