Brunette Bitch (beeduo high school AU)

get out of my head

ranboo pov: 

Seconds pass by like hours, minutes like days, and although the translation doesn't make sense, you have to go with it. After ninety days? A lady comes in, she gathers me and takes me out. I'm put into a room with other people. It looks like a school cafeteria, and there are workers everywhere. I'm ushered into line where I'm served yogurt, rice, chicken, and water. A lady at the end walks me to a seat and she asks me questions. 

"Are you allergic to anything?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

"You're going to have a doctor's visit later."

"Okay."

I eat my food in silence. She watched me the entire time. It was awkward. I had a very dull plastic fork, spoon, and a two ply napkin. Very useful.

She makes sure I eat, throws out my plate, and brings me back to my room.

30 days later she brings me into a cement room. There are people walking around, and some basketballs on the floor. The workers are watching like hawks, there are about 7, and 10 people walking around.  Not including me. 

I just start walking around. A boy walks up to me. He looks not much older than me.

"Hey, are you new? I'm Bennett."

"Uhm, yeah."

"I'm not that new, been here like 3 days, kinda bored. I don't know why I'm here. My depression isn't that bad."

"Oh- uh, R-ranboo." Don't trust him. He'll hurt you. He'll take advantage of you. It's all fake. He's a liar. A psychopath. Don't tell him anything. 

He blabs on and on about whatever as we walk. I'm not listening. Just occasionally saying, "Yeah," "No," "Wow," and "Cool."

I don't want to give away anything. I don't want to say anything too personal. I don't want to offend him. I heard people from here aren't who they say who they are. Not even remotely close.

He could be dangerous, a liar. Just. Like. Tubbo.

I really want to cry. His name hurts, it burns. I- I'm afraid to admit it, but I miss him.

I- 

I miss you Tubbo.

Admitting it doesn't hurt as much as me missing him. 

I'm put back into my room. The sun's setting. 

Again, they bring me out of my room and I'm sat in a room. It's just me and a boy. I think he's also a worker.

He asks me some medical questions, makes me completely strip in front of me. It's hard to. A little voice in the back of my head is telling me it's not safe. He's not safe. And I really don't want to believe it. I don't want to think everyone's bad because of one guy.

So I do it. It's quick. Thank god, and he says he's only checking for self-inflicted physical harm. I'm done within 120 hours, or at least I think so. I don't trust my mind that much. 

It's more questions. Personal ones.

"How long have you felt depressive?"

"Not long."

"Has anyone been physically abusive to you, as in harm?"

"No."

"Has anyone gone over your boundaries?" Yes. Yes, Yes, YES. 

"No."

He raises one eyebrow, and writes something down. It makes me nervous. I feel like he's judging me.

Not many questions later, He puts me to bed, I asking him the time.

"Eight fifty. Lights out at nine."

I really had nothing to do. So I went to bed. But I couldn't sleep. He haunted me.

Discolored skin, messy hair. It frightens me.

And I can't close my eyes. That goddamn rhythm haunts me.

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.

God, GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

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