Together Always

CORDELIA - 1

I stare out the window while recollecting my memories of the day I arrived here. Well to be more specific, my first few days. My only sense of comfort was left at home and replaced with this springy mattress. I shift again readjusting myself to a more comfortable position, as hard as that is

This room has become so familiar to me that it hurts me to even open my eyes some morning's. This place as a whole wasn't hard to memorise. The first night I was brought here though I was hysterical and I don't remember anything. The memories I can recall all start the next morning when I woke up.

After spending a whole week in my room refusing to come out, somebody came into my room. A staff member to be exact, I know her name to be Miss Murray. She sat on my bed, much to my disgust and upset,and started talking to me. She told me she had someone in a similar situation to me, and that it might help to talk to them. Be friends even, she said.

I was bewildered.

Friends? I don't want to make any friends. I want to go home, back to my house on the street with the big oak tree at the corner, back to my bedroom with the pink frilly bed sheets and floral wallpaper.

And what did she mean by the same situation? I'm not in a situation at all. The only situation I'm in is being stuck in this prison.

Obviously I refused. She seemed to understand, but she didn't understand what I was actually saying. I. don't. belong. Here.

"That's what they all say at first" is what she said as she left the room. I then decided that I hated her and she was a snarky bitch.

After another week of staying in this room, sometimes getting up and walking around, I decided that I would leave. I had a perfect view from my window of the garden. It didn't look very appealing, but there were a few fences that definitely had holes in. I bet he could just fit through and come and rescue me.

He will rescue me soon, I know it. But in the meantime i could probably go on a little walk around the place.

That evening, my slightly sweaty hand made contact with the door handle for the first time. I walked out onto the corridor, cautiously and slowly.

I was wearing the same outfit that I was wearing when I arrived. A black mini dress with lace around the cleavage area. It was beautiful, perfect, he told me. He said it would be perfect for where he was taking me. I never got to where he was going to take me.

It was paired with some black heels.

I didn't have socks or anything so I decided to just wear them on my walk. It seemed better than going barefoot.

I reached the end of the corridor of what I presumed were bedrooms like mine. I was greeted by the same white walls from all along the hall, in this big room were several sofas dotted around, some had people on them. I know that as the 'common room.' although there's nothing common about a whole load of mentally ill teenagers sitting in a room.

The people seemed to be around my age although some could have been as old as 17.

As I turned my head to look further, a boy who looked to be no older than me made eye contact with me. He got up from his seat and made his way over to me, not missing the fact that I was wearing an outfit that looked like I was going out. I didn't think I was ever going out again.

"Xander." he said, holding his hand out for me to shake.

I reached for his hand, mine shaking slightly, and shook it delicately.

"Your cordelia right? Murray told me I should talk to you," he looked down at me, "are you gonna speak or what?"

I realised at that moment that for our whole exchange I had just been staring at him. How brilliant, now i wasn't going to get the friends I don't even want.

"Yes im cordelia. Sorry." I replied. Then it hit me, how does he know my name? A puzzled look must have come on my face because xander spoke up.

"Murray? You know Miss murray? I presume she said she wanted me to talk to you?" he said, now equally confused as me.

"Oh yeah, her. She mentioned it sometime last week. Sorry i didn't come talk to you then i was just a bit upset that she was trying to get me to make friends, i mean i shouldn't even be here so i'm gonna get out soon trust me" i rambled on all in one breath.

"Calm down sweet cheeks, I get it." almost smirking as he said it. "We were all new once. What are you here for anyway, and sorry to bring it up but what's with the outfit?"He studied my outfit with no shame or attempt to hide it now.

"Oh i uhm." I stuttered. This is going great. "I was wearing this when I was brought here."

His eyes met mine again, they were now looking as excited as ever. From my perspective it seemed as though he was trying to get me to gossip about my own arrival.

I remember being absolutely outraged that he was finding humour in my situation. The more I get to know him now the more I tolerate him to some extent. He's just not brilliant at first impressions I guess.

To his credit, if it wasn't for Xander I don't know if I would have survived this place.

A sudden scream from down the hallway snapped me out of my thoughts and memories. At this point I don't even flinch anymore, it just gets normal I guess. After being here for 2 years you get used to all the different problems people have here.

I look down at my hand, taking note of all the imperfections and scars on my hand and wrist from my childhood while trying to drown out the noise from the corridor.

Don't get me wrong, I have been here for years but nothing will ever make me fit in here. As much as nobody believes me, I don't belong here.

The scars on my arms are from the countless punishments from my father, yet somehow I never thought he'd go this far.

I guess in a way when I was younger he was still my daddy and I loved him despite the pain he put me through. As a young girl it never crossed my mind that this was wrong.

That is until I met him.

Theodore Hunter Rayne.

This beautiful creature who moved into the vacant house at the end of the street directly opposite mine, with just his mother who was equally beautiful.

I think that when I realised my father wasn't this superhero character I made up in my mind, I turned to her for comfort.

She was like a mother figure to me, and she liked me too. Well, I still like's me I hope.

I miss her. I miss him a lot.

There were countless days that I spent with Theo at his house, and his mother would tease us about marriage and all that stuff. Our childish selves obviously made a big deal at first, making sure she knew that that would never happen, but how wrong we were. It didn't take us long to realise that she was right. And I'm so glad she was.

A/N this is my first ever book im sorry if the structure is hard to understand so pleaseee just tell me about where i can improve.

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