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| 4 | A new world.

The cat currently in my lap looked at me disgusted, an emotion I didn't know an animal could have.

"Look, I get it, no cat food. But you need to eat something." I tell the little devil and I swear he growls.

Do cat growls? Is my cat sick?

I better not google it, last time I checked I have cancer.

I sigh and take him out of me -not before he threw a fit - and went to the kitchen because if the little devil isn't hungry I sure am.

After cleaning the mess my new companion made I grab eggs and cheese to make a simple omelette after I again, googled it.

Living in the facility didn't help me with nothing, I don't know how to socialize, how to cook or do anything someone my age should.

I dread the day I have to go buy food on my own.

After eating and drinking some more coffee, I clean up everything aware of the staring behind of my head.

My ears were buzzing and my fingers twitched constantly, but I know if I had to go to the doctor, the chances of going back were tremendous.

So instead, I made another coffee.

While sipping the hot liquid, I made some steak to the cat, and he of course, ignored it and jumped out of the window.

It's when I am alone that I start to think, and I don't always think it's a good idea.

Looking at my coffee with distaste, I took another sip, oh how I wish it was something stronger.

I never really drunk any alcohol, but I can vividly remember the smell.

It burned my younger nose, it used to water my eyes any time I left my room; that surprisingly always smelled like strawberrys.

Feeling down I head to the bathroom to take a shower, maybe this will help.

I open the shower glass door and let the water fall freely while I undress for it to boil.

I can't take the cold water, one of the worst punishments in facilities when I was younger was the cold baths.

That and the electric shock treatment.

I clean the fogged mirror with my hand and look at my eyes in the reflection.

My ears ring louder, my skin break in goosebumps the longer I stare at me and I can feel all my muscles twitch.

I blink.

Twice, and the lights flicker.

Coming out of my daze I stand in the water spray, my skin already turning pink from the temperature.

Perfect.

It's not that I like it when it hurts, but it makes me remind me that I am there.

More times that I'd like to admit I have this feeling that I am not myself, it's like my body isn't mine and I am just standing next to it while I can't do anything.

That sensation that I am nothing but everything at the same time scares me, and I need these little reminders that I exist.

That I bleed, that I breathe.

My mood swings keep going as I wash my body and hair, I brush my teeth in the shower and when I am done I dry myself and just roll my hair in an towel for a while and dress up.

Sweatpants and a hoodie, it's all that I have at the moment.

I hear the knock on my door as I brush my still wet hair and go to answer.

I open without looking, it's not like I'm crazy anyway.

I am greeted with the personification of sunshine.

Literally.

The girl in front of me has yellow hair, not blonde, yellow.

A yellow dress with daisies all over it, white snickers and a white headband.

"Well hello there neighbor! I live in apartment 7 and I heard you are a craycray in recuperation too! Do you want to be my friend?" The smiley girl says in one breath and I immediately close the door.

Not really because I can see her shoe poking in the gap, she throws my door open again and enters.

"Yeah... Come in." I mutter in annoyance at her.

"Beautiful house, but empty looking," she says and then suddenly shouts, "OH! I KNOW WE SHOULD GO SHOPPING!!!!"

"I HAVE THIS BEAUTIFUL DRESS THAT WILL LOOK SO GOOD IN YOU, ITS LIKE, PINK ALL OVER WITH PINK CLOUDS AND AND -"

"Woah, calm down will ya?" I put my hand on her shoulders to try and calm the girl, I am scared she will have an anxiety attack in my living room, this would not do good on my file.

"Sorry..." She says sheepishly "my name is Anna, like the frozen sister."

"Frozen who?" I ask.

"Oh girl, I have so much to teach you. What is your name by the way?" She asks me.

"Angel." I keep it simple, I know I say I am lonely and blah blah, but I don't think I can handle this little thing.

Little is the right thing to call her, I am 5'9 and she must be 5'2 on her best day.

Is this what the books call forced proximity? I used to love the facility library.

"Angel, I love your name! It suits you, oooohh, we should dye your hair white, it would look so cool." She excitedly says.

"Yeah, no thanks. But hey, do you have some books? I miss reading." I ask her.

"Yeah I have like tons of them, it was my pass time when I was locked up, what do you want? I have smut, heavy bdsm, harem, reverse harem, and a lot of gay shit."

"I have no idea what half of these are, in my facility we had normal romance, it could not have any violence." I tell her honestly, I wish it had more variety, I love princesses story's.

"Girl, I will show you a new world."