Waiting

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I walked away in silence, not daring to look back. I seriously did not want to face Dr Lenner. Ever. What he did was just wrong. Yeah, Adam is a complete dickhead who knows as much as a newborn baby, but he didn't deserve a complete stranger just bringing him down to their own opinion.

I know it might not be the right time to be jumping on Adam's side, but Harold, Henry, Harry, whatever that fucker's name actually was, should not make anyone change just to make him feel better with himself. He was hiding something big but making Adam feel like a piece of shit.

Don't get me wrong, Adam is a little shit, but who is Dr Lenner to say so? Stupid people were only made to bring down those with a better sense of life.

It's their mission to make everyone else feel worthless. I already knew I was worthless. All flesh, no soul. Just hurt. But even when shit was getting to me,
there was always that someone to remind me just how worthless I was.

I was just like almost any other emotionally disturbed female teenage hospital patient. Broken and empty. It was just not worth it to fake anymore. If people weren't going to like me, I figured they might as well judge me based on my true character.

Nobody has been able to expose my inner weakness, not even Adam. All he did was drive me insane and give me the motive to cut.

I juggled all of these thoughts in my head as I approached the classroom. Mrs Wesley gave my a quick smile and waved me over, signaling for me to take a seat. From the corner of my eye, I could see Adam blankly staring at me. I tried to ignore him, but he was irresistible.

I looked at him fiercely, challenging him in a way. He showed no mercy. A faint smile appeared on those juicy lips as I stared him down. None of us blinked; we just studied each other's faces. As his smile grew wider, mines began to form as well.

I didn't know who cracked first, but we were drawn to a close tie when be both bursted out laughing.

Ahh, good ole relationship goals. Too bad there was no more 'us'. Believe me, I desperately wanted to break down to him and tell him the truth, but I couldn't. Not after what he did to me.

A part of me hated myself so much for thinking about getting together with him. That part of me cut my wrist almost every day. That same part of me didn't want to take the risk of being humiliated once again.

The thing about love in a hospital was basically drawn to three things.

1) one of the partners died.

2) one of the partners were being moved to another hospital.

3) one of the partners made it back to the real world while the other was stuck in this shithole.

When you have to balance those three things out while you're still a hospital patient in a relationship, it's not exactly easy. For me, I was through with that shit. Like bye Felicia.

The class was in a rustled state and Mrs Wesley was probably writing her food schedule on the board. Literally nobody was paying attention to that shit. I wonder, when was she ever going to crack and just let out all her hatred for us?

It seemed as if she read my mind, as she turned around. Just like I expected, she wasn't surprised to see everyone on their phones going on Instagram or conversing with each other. She sighed and screamed in frustration.

"ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!" She yelled. The rustling came to a complete halt. "You do realize my job as a teacher to all you ungrateful bitches is to reveal your inner happiness? If you guys can't cut me some slack, I might as well hand over the knife." She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a bunch of papers.