My parents thought having a therapist is great... due to my past life.
In a psychiatrist cell ... underground. with people of my kind.
Trevor Hall
My therapist.
He then pulled out a bowl of what seemed to look like cereal.
"I had to get your breakfast... you woke up late" He said
"Cocoa puffs! Yum... thanks" I appreciate that he is being kind to me at least;) ... "What do you think of this place Y/N" he asked for the hundredth time.
"I don't know" I honestly spoke
"I am honestly trying to help you and it seems like you don't want to open up to me" he glared at me
"I am just not used to this type of thing...sir Trevor I mean ... Therapist"
Shit. I am shit.. God! sir ?! Is that even appropriate right now ?! I hate myself. My thighs now seemed interested...the patterns on my skirt have better game than me haha. I thought, panicking.
"I make you nervous" he held my thigh
As much as I like this guy... he's moving too fast. And that's not the worst part... just the shit that's going to come out of my mouth right now
"What are you going to do about it.. sir"
Holy shit I did not just say that! ...
A few hours later, I was let out of the cell just like the others. We all marched straight ahead of what seemed to be exhausting. For me, of course. Dinner! Food. I just love food.. I am a good cook after all.
I sat down alone because honestly I don't mind. Eating my burger topped with fries. Security guards exited and locked the dinning hall with us in it. So much for trying to escape. I felt a grip on my hair
"Oww" I winced "You seem to be getting a little comfortable with Trevor" the bitch who pulled my hair spoke and got everyone's attention.
Jesus I hate attention. I faced to look at her. She had pink hair. She wore a bra top and some shorts
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Just like that. She's pretty.. not her attitude though. The group of girls and boys now huddled around us.
"Are you jealous" I spat back
"Oh nonono I am just telling you to back off" she snapped
"And who are you exactly" I asked
"Jena. The queen of this place, and the queen to Trevor...everyone here respects me and I expect you to do the same"
"I am not everybody else bitch. And it's not my fault your crush really likes me. I will not be respecting trash unless you've proved you aren't... leave me alone and go somewhere else"
Ooooohs and damns exchanged through the room. Slap* How dare she! Gasps and laughter grew.
"Hey low class little shit! Don't speak to her like that" some girl stood infront of Jena
So she slapped me?! How rude to interrupt a conversation.
So I slapped her back
"Fight ! Fight! Fight! Fight!" The whole room chanted. While I was on top of that cringe bitch beating the hell out of her.
Rage raced through me. Anger and pain. "Fuck you" I yelled Jena had disappeared.. fake ass I knew it.
"Girls stop this nuisance!" The lady spoke through the speaker. I stopped as the bitch took advantage of me and pulled me down punching my stomach and gripping my neck. My vision began to blur And so did the sounds "Fight .......fight ......." "Stop it !" "Fight" "You're killing her" I smirked while I was being chocked ...I mean dying. "Gina get of her this instant!" "Gina...the....as..ss" (I mouthed hole because I ran out of air) She put a fistful and Bamt* What an interesting day.
