The Girl with Scarlet Wrists [Rewriting]

The Girl with Scarlet Wrists Chapter 1

Chapter 1:
“Layla Ford! Office now!” Miss Van Bichet shouts. God I hate it when they say my full name.

I followed her to director Mona's office, "Lisa to what do I owe this pleasure too?" I said disrespectfully.

She scowled at me while motioning for me to take a seat, "I want to discuss something with you."

"Like I couldn't guess." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

"Actually I want to talk to you about your adoption."

"Yeah what about it, get on with it." I tested impatiently.

"I'm going to have a discussion with your adoptive parents about you certain... conditions." She drawled out.

I swallowed hard, feeling that sick pit in my stomach again. "What conditions?" I spat back at her.

"You know very well what I'm talking about Layla, the files we'd keep sealed. Your past medical files." 

My breathing cut short, and I felt the bile rise in my throat, "What do you want."

"I need your consent to share the sealed files with you since your last family had them sealed and I think-"

"No." I said with such finality it snapped Mona right out of her train of thought.

"Miss. Ford!-" She started but I cut her off.

"I said no. I want the medical files sealed. You promised they would stay sealed.  

Director Mona sighed, "Alright fine. As you wish, but you will regret keeping it a secret. You wouldn't want to be in here for a 5th time now would you."

I scowled at her as tears filled in my eyes, I walked out of the room willing those tears to go back but they didn't bargain with me. They spilled over staining my satin cheeks, I made my way back to the dorm. Thank God everyone was at clean up.

I curled up into a ball and cried, until my chest heaved and I gasped of air.

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 I packed my things, the very few items I kept close to me. Some clothes, my gold braclet, and Mr. Snuffles the stuffed bunny.

These few things defined me, helped me hang on to what little of my sanity I had left. 

I squished my suitcase top down pushing it under my bed until tommorrow.

I hope they're nice at least, well with the way the last ones have been I should say "at most"  

I waited paitently until one of the staff members collected me and my things and brought me down to the wating area.