B.E. Oneshot Book ✔

Patient Blue (unfinished)

Story description:

Rose, a new worker at a defective facility meets Billie, a broken and suicidal teen who struggles to cope.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Suicide mentions
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Rose

"Glad you could make it Miss. Rose, my name is Ms. Quavis." The woman smiled at me.

I gave an anxious smile back as I followed her down the corridor.

"Of course, thanks for giving me the opportunity to work here." I said.

"Oh your very welcome! We need all the help we can get, many people come and go from here, but I hope you'll stay with us for longer." She said.

I nodded slowly.

Was it really that bad here?

I had volunteered to work at this boarding school for the troubled for people that needed help or couldn't do things on their own.

People who had disabilities and or disorders.

I think helping the people here is a good way to spend my summer. It's productive and it's for a good clause.

The women's voice snapped my out of my thoughts as she stopped near a worn out wooden door.

"Now, the patient you have been assigned, she's...quite a handful. Many people who she was assigned to quit after days of trying to help her, some even on the first day. They say that she couldn't be helped, or that she was a lost clause." Ms. Quavis sighed.

"I hope that maybe, you can be the one to get to her, help her. Since your close to her age maybe she'll open up. She's very stubborn, and can be very harsh with her words, but don't let that get to you, she's just been hurt, so she makes other people hurt. It's not justifiable or right, but it's a way of coping to her." She told me.

I nodded.

"Yes ma'am. I will try my best."

She nodded at me in approval. She took a key form out of her pocket and unlocked the door, turning the knob and opening it.

My eyes scanned the cold and dark room. There was a rugged bed on the left beside the wall, a small nightstand beside it and a small lamp on top. There was a window right in the middle of the room but was covered with a blanket.

A desk sat at the foot of the bed with a wooden stool under it. On the desk I could see papers and notebooks with drawings on it. And beside it in the corner I could see a small ukelele.

There as a decent sized rug in the middle of the room and to the right was a figure dressed in a black hoodie and checkered black and white shirts. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, which wa blue from what I could see.

She was standing by the wall, writing something. I could see multiple words written on it, but couldn't make them out in the dark.

"Billie?" The woman called out.

A sigh came out of the girl, Billie I presume.

"I don't even know why I bother locking the door, you just unlock it without announcing yourself anyways." Billie mumbled.

She turned in our direction, a jingling sound occured when she moved, and that's when I noticed she had multiple chains littered around her neck, along with a black spiked choker.

My eyes finally made it to her face to see her staring right at me. She had blue eyes that almost matched her hair color. Her eyebrows were thick and untamed, but somehow it still looked good.