Hope

Chapter 23

Hopes POV
I ran to my bed, and jumped under the covers. I was terrified of what was written on the mirror. WHAT THE HE-
Wait, I heard a noise coming from my hospital room closet. I waited... And then silence. All I could hear was my heartbeat while it increased to a point I couldn't count the beats. I walked to the closet slowly, I don't even know what I'm doing. *breaths heavily*
I put my hand on the handle and I could barely twist it. My hand was shaking, and sweating. I slowly opened it, and that's all I remember.
.......
I woke up in a small dark room. The room was surrounded with pictures, but I couldn't make them out. I tried getting up, but my hands were tied down, and so were my feet. I started to struggle, until I saw the lights flicker on. A tear came down my face, when I realized the pictures were of me and Ty.
"Hello Hope." I heard that all too familiar voice which made me jump and growl at the same time.
"Where am I?" I asked panicky.
"You don't recognize this place?" She said calmly.
"No." I stated.
"It's the place where Ty took you for your first date." she said chuckling.
"Why am I here! Why are you doing this to me?!" I screamed.
"Because Hope, you don't appreciate shit!" She said. What the hell is she talking about? I've been to hell and back.
"What? Are you serious! My ex was murdered by you! I have freakin cancer!" I said annoyed.
"That doesn't mean you truly appreciate life. That means you've been through a lot." She said.
"I appreciate a lot more than I did. I payed off my freakin felony!" I yelled.
"Need I remind you how you got that felony?" She smirked.
"I went to see my dying mother." I said, angrily.
"You weren't authorized to go there Hope. You see, you can't always do whatever you want to do, even when people bend the rules for you." She said.
"Point taken, thank you. Now can I go? Or can you kill me already?"I asked.
"No! Hope my job here is not to kill you, but for you to cherish your life. All your life, all you cared about was yourself, and your progressing I do admit, but a little too slow. I'm here to speed up that process. Appreciate life. Appreciate nature. Appreciate you."she said.
"Baylinn, I'm sorry to rain on your psycho parade but, I'm getting help. With someone whom is not a possible low key serial killer." I said.
"I am not a serial killer Hope. I'm the key to a better society, I am your guide." she said as if she had control over me.
"Ok. Um.. Invitation denied.. Can ya let me go now?" I asked.
"It wasn't really a choice Hope. Many people who are just as stubborn and selfish as you, do the same thing, when in reality, you need more help than you think." she said.
"Look I'm doing better, you've seen it. I'm getting help, I'm taking action. I'm doing what I can to better myself, and those around me. As for you, I recommend getting help for yourself." I said.
"I don't need help. My brain is clear of all the qualities your brain is clouded with. I know what I'm doing, and that is truly helping, in a way that helps more than therapy." she said.
"I don't care Baylinn, I didn't ask for your help, and you killed Tyler, that's serial killer-ish." I said, crying.
"I do what I have to do to help my patients. Plus, I gave Ty a choice. Either you or him. He chose you." she said smiling, but it broke my heart. So much pain, and it's never ending.
"Okay, obviously this isn't going to be as easy as I thought. What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Appreciate." She simply stated.
"Appreciate what? My life? Because I do." I said trying to get it through her brain.
"But you don't to its fullest extent." she said, trying to get it through my thick skull.
"Okay, so you want me to appreciate life more?" I asked.
"That is correct. You have been through a lot Hope. You've donated your organs to your living mother, you've paid off your felony, You've successfully coped with Ty's death, and made a friend or two. But how long is that feeling of overjoy going to last? You keep pushing everything away, and choose to ignore it. I'm digging down deeper into your future, who you will become. If your world comes crashing down again, is therapy really gonna help a stubborn girl like you? You're probably gonna freak out, and get into a freak accident again. I'm here to bring you into a reality. My job is to help you out of it, the suffering. I know the feeling of true suffering. But of course I have to make you feel like you're really suffering, for this to work. For the first time in your life, you are going to really suffer, and live, and prosper. And survive. The outcome of this, if you are successful is, a stronger, keener Hope. One who can survive, and enjoy/appreciate life's wonders. So, let the games begin." Baylinn finished saying with a large, creepy, intimidating smile.