Ecstasy

Fresh

"Let's go on the wheel, it's a bullet lane

Now I'm seeing red, not thinking straight

Blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me." 

- Excerpt from Never Be the Same by Camilla Cabello

"You're doing it Brielle!" Violet shouts and I smile in happiness. We are doing some physical therapy to get my sprained ankle better. Right now, I'm able to walk without someone but I'm still limping.

I've been here for four days and I'm getting bored and confined being here. Except the times where I can walk around. This only lasts for about 15 to 30 minutes.

I do little laps, going up and down the hallway, to make sure the first time isn't a fluke.

After I eat lunch, I decide I need to talk to Lorenzo and speak to this man so I can leave.

I go to the two guards that are standing next to my room door and tap on one of their shoulders. He's a very tall bald man that has tattoos on his neck. Very scary.

"Hello. Sir," I ask him and he looks down at me. Even though he's scary, he has beautiful eyes.

"Da?" he asks. Is that a yes? I have no idea.

"I need to go to Lorenzo's office," I tell him but when I receive a confused glance, I realize I must've spoken too quickly for him and I go to slow down my speech.

"Go to Lorenzo's office?" I ask, over-pronouncing my words.

"Office?" he asks. Geez, this is going to be much harder than I thought.

"Work?" I ask and he looks at me trying to understand what I'm saying.

"Khorosho, ya ponyal! Vy khotite poyti v ofis bossa?" he asks me and I'm confused on what the fuck he told me.

"Yes?" I agree with him but I have no idea what in the world he told me. It could be something dangerous.

"Nu, yego ofisa zdes' net. Tebe nuzhno, chtoby ya otvez tebya tuda?"

"I don't understand," I confess. This language barrier is annoying.

"Madam, chto vy skazali?"

Am I going to end up having a mental breakdown over this stupidness? I'm not mad at the fact he doesn't understand because he probably is feeling the same thing towards me.

"Oh, Brielle," someone says and I turn around to see Violet looking sympathetically at me.

"Ona ne govorit po-russki," she tells him and he scoffs.

"Eto ochevidno."

"Ne mogli by vy otvesti yeye v glavnyy dom?" she asks and he nods. She pushes me inside.

She sits me down on the bed.

"This place is separate from the main house, or headquarters in specific terms," she explains, "Lorenzo doesn't stay here and is probably not here."

I nod. Okay, that makes sense.

"He was telling you that and was asking if you want to go, which you most likely do and I kind of guessed that so, here," she adds, handing me a set of clothes. I'm happy because I've been in the similar stupid hospital gown but I'm able to take showers.

"After you change, then you can leave." I stand up. I nod and go into the bathroom.

I take a shower and after I dry myself off and my hair, leaving it curly because I'm feeling lazy, I put on my outfit.