Silent Intentions

Chapter 13

Chelsea's Point of View
"Your turn to tell your story" Sky stated.
"Yeah, okay" I looked down and agreed before starting.

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"God damn it, CC!"

My sister was yelling at me to calm down. I couldn't help myself. I had a short attention span and I was always hyper. My sister, Joyce, hated me. I couldn't blame her though. I hated me too.

"Sit down and pay attention to this. You need to pass this class" Joyce urged. Spanish wasn't my favorite class. It was like I couldn't pay attention. It was impossible to pay attention. I would try to learn but my brain, patience, and attention span wouldn't allow it. This meant that I would usually fail every single paper and project that is assigned.

"I'm sorry. I just can't-"
"Shut up. You can do this!"

I was depressed because I really felt that I couldn't do it. She rarely told me I could do it. The only times that she ever told me I could do it was when she had almost had enough of my idiotic mind. I say almost, because she would call me a psycho and stomp off once she had enough.

"No, Joyce, I can't fucking do it" I cried into my hands. "You can't do it because you are a stupid waste of space" she yelled back. "Screw Spanish! Try harder at being normal" Joyce got up and headed for the stairs.

Mom wasn't home to help keep me downstairs and far away from my sister, so I went upstairs and entered my room.

Joyce was mumbling hateful things about me in her room. it was like she couldn't wait for me to finally move out...or die maybe. I don't think that she would care if i were to die unless got blood on her beloved carpet.

As I thought the horrible words, something must have snapped because I whispered the words "maybe I don't care about the damn carpet."

I stood up with tears in my eyes and ran to the bathroom where i locked the door and sat on the floor for an hour before standing up and staring at the cabinet that held all of our bathroom supplies. when i opened it, it was almost like what i knew what i was looking for jumped out at me. the box of razors that my dad kept in the cabinet before he ran off.

this is where i made the mistake of listening to my own thoughts and dragged a razor across my wrist with force. i wanted to make sure that i wouldn't wake up to my sister standing over me in the hospital. if she was going to be standing over me i will be my grave.

I dont really remember what happened but i woke up in a room. not the kind that i wanted to either. it was white...and soft. and after a bit of looking around, i realized i was in a straight jachet in a mental ward. Not how i imagined tis to go. thought i would die and be free. instead i ended up i another type of hell. the type of hell that you go to on earth. this hell was a a nut house. and of coarse, i am here because my sister most likely convinced my mother that there was something really wrong with me. there is, but a nut house? what the actual fuck?

"Let me out! I don't belong here" I cried. I was supposed to die on the floor. maybe even get some blood on my sisters towel.

After a few seconds of waiting for something to happened, a group of people dressed in white came rushing into the room. They dragged my body out of the room and into another one that looked like a doctors office. All i could do was think of ways to get out of my situation. I started to calm down so that i could me taken out of the straight jacket. when they didn't take me out of it, I pouted and waited for someone to talk to me.

A woman in a peaceful blue themed outfit walked into the room. she had dark brunet hair and a pearly white smile. Her pressence itself was making me confident and not like i wanted to jump off a bridge.

"Hello, Chelsea. My name is Cheyenne. It is nice to meet you."

So her name is Cheyenne. Thats nice to know.

I was ready to speak up, but i was waiting for the best opportunity to. Thats when I thought about what to say.

"I would shake your hand if I could."

Cheyenne looked sympathetic before she spoke up.

"I have to ask a few questions before I can take you out of that" she jestured to my jacket and i gave a weak smile. I honestly felt like I could trust her. She had a beautiful smile and shiney hair that seemed so welcoming. The thought that I found someone I could trust was amazing. Thats where I began talking.

"So, why?"
"Because nobody wants me around."

She turned towards the guards and said the words that earned her my all time trust.

"Get her out of this jacket right now. Why the hell is she in this in the first place!"

From that day on, Cheyenne was always there for me. Doing everything for me. She was like a mother, sister, and best friend all in one. She was my Holy Trinity and I never wanted to leave her side. Although I did, I knew she would be back and I would have my savior at my side again.