Surviving Hell's Corner

Day One

                                                                                  Haley's POV

"This is where you'll be staying that girl over there is your new roommate Billie. Any questions?" asked one of the staff members. "No" I said walking into the room noticing a beautiful black haired girl sitting in front of a wall drawing not bothering to look up at me. I heard the staff say something about her being dangerous as to why she's been here in unit four for so long.

This girl wore grey sweats with a large black hoodie that hid most of her figure. When the two staff members left, her eyes darted to mine. She stood up and stalked towards me, hands clasped behind her back. Her demeanor screamed 'crazy psycho bitch' but I felt...drawn to her somehow.

"Hey" she said looking me up and down as if she was examining me.. "What's your name?" she continued. "My name is Haley.Yours?" 

"It's Billie." the girl said giving me a crooked smile. "So...What'd you do to end up here in unit four? I mean you must've done some crazy shit did you kill somebody or something or did you try to off yourself?" she asked  as she smirked at me taunting me her eyes never leaving mine. I stayed quiet trying not to think about the events of four days ago. She stared at me awkwardly after realizing that I wasn't going to say anything.

"If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to but just remember everybody here hates each other and they won't miss an opportunity to throw you under bus and don't think for a second that we're friends." she said harshly, still smirking at me. "Whatever everybody here is lame anyways." I replied. She turned away from me going back to where she was sitting before and continued to sketch. She picked up the worn-out sketchbook and started sketching. The sound of pencil against paper fills the silence between us as she continues to work on her latest piece.

"So.." she trailed off "Got any hobbies?" she asked me."Yea...I used to do art"  I told her "Really? that's tight I like that. So what kind of art did you do? I mean maybe you could draw something for me to brighten up this shithole yeah?"she asked me "Well I did pottery, I made sketches, I painted and did graffiti. I mean guess I could draw you something." I told her. She looked impressed. Probably just surprised at the long list of things I did.

"Well if you need anything don't hesitate to ask just don't expect me to get all soft on you though love" she teased. I rolled my eyes and gave her a small smile "Yeah

"So are you going to tell me why you ended up here in this hellhole?" she asked me "No. Not unless you tell me why you're here." I said as the grip on her pencil tightened. Her face darkened as I turned the tables on her. After a few seconds she finally speaks. "Fine but you have to tell me how you ended up here too and you can't judge me either." She says, her voice low and serious as I nodded. "Well i'm here because I couldn't control myself. I...hurt...people. A lot of people." She paused taking a deep breath before continuing. "The doctors here say i'm a danger to society, that I need to be locked up until they can figure out how to fix me." She scoffed shaking her head.. "But they don't know shit. Anyways it's your turn. What'd you do to land yourself in unit four?" She asked me. "Family problems." I said dismissively. She raised an eyebrow at me.  "That's vague as hell but I guess it's better than nothing." She mumbles, returning to her drawing. The room falls silent again, save for the sound of Billie's pencil moving across the page. Finally breaking the silence she says "You know...If  you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here. Not that i'm some kind of therapist or anything but sometimes it helps to get shit off your chest. And also what happens or what was said in this room stays in the room." She said adding a wink and leaving no room for argument. "I hope you know i'm not like any of these other fools here. I don't go running to the nurse with every little secret I hear. So if you tell me anything it stays between alright?" I nodded "But don't think that means we're friends or anything. I don't do friends they always end up hurting you." She scoffed.

"So..." I said trying to change the topic "How long have you been here?" I asked Billie.

"Why you asking?" she says, her tone challenging. "You trying to figure out if i'm going to snap again or something?!" She sneers. "I may be crazy, but I ain't stupid. I know what people think of me in this place." She paused her eyes darting straight to mine. "But maybe you're different. Maybe you don't give a damn about any of that." She shrugs. "Or maybe you're just as messed up as I am." She said smirking. "Both." I responded.

Her eyes narrowed at my response, a hint of amusement  dancing across her face. "Well aren't you a real piece of work?" She chuckles darkly, shaking her head. "Alright then, I'll bite. Three years, two months, and six days. Long enough to know how this place works, long enough to know  that nobody gives a flying fuck about you once you're locked up in here." She says bitterly, her pencil flying across the page as she adds another layer to her drawing.

Why was she so bitter? What has she been through that left her this way?

"I've been in unit four  the whole time. Started in isolation after they caught me with a shiv, worked my up to this luxury suite." she gestures around the small, sparse room sarcastically. "So what about you? How long you been here?" She asked me "Three days" I responded sitting next to her. "Three days and I already hate this place. The people here are annoying as fuck like even the staff are lame. So far you're the only cool person I've met." Her expression softened slightly. "Two days huh? And you've already got it all figured out?" She snorts, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "The staff are just here to collect a paycheck and make sure we don't kill ourselves...or each other." She tells me. "And I guess I'm the only interesting thing in this place. But don't go spreading that around. I don't need anymore unwanted attention." She warns, her tone still a bit harsh.

I'm not sure why though I don't think she likes me or wants to be friends I just think she wants to know more about me to use as her advantage maybe? I'm not sure though that's just the vibe I get from her but I like her she's cool.