𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, jack gilinsky ✓

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Isobel ;

   It's been a week since I've been here, and I almost like it. The peace and quiet give me time to think, and it also clears my mind a bit.

   I've met some of the other patients who are in my group share. We have group share every Friday to tell about our week so far. There was different group shares for different patients.

   Today was Friday, which meant my group would have group share today. Group shares started around 4:30 p.m. and that was in half an hour.

   I sat in my bed, while Vanessa was taking a nap. I remember the letter I have Sam to have delivered. He said he did it the next day, but I haven't heard anything from Jack.

   I didn't expect him to immediately write back, but I'm growing impatient. It's been four days. I wonder if he even got it.

   Time flew by, and I hear a beep. The door inches open, and Sam's head pops in, signaling me to come to the session.

   I glance back at Vanessa who's will sleeping soundly, and then follow Sam. Vanessa isn't in my group share, she had one in the morning.

   Sam leads me to a door, and he opens it with his card. I walk in first, and when the door shuts behind Sam it makes a clicking noise.

   I find an open seat, and look at the other patients. Not everyone has come, but I recognize a few faces. There's Nate Maloley who stuffed his cat. He actually seems better now, I've only seen his personality as nice so far.

   Then there's Nash Grier who plotted to kill three of his classmates in his basement, but his parents found his documents and sent him here before he could do it. Jc Caylen which actually didn't do anything, he was just sent here for being too overly happy. What's wrong with that?

[AN: any famous people there are not actually famous]

   There was a couple of girls, but there were more boys. Two twins walked in with their supervisor, and I recognized them as the scissor twins. They loved scissors, and anyone who bothered them got cut, such as their step mom who didn't cut their crust off their sandwich, their classmate who didn't share the notes, and I can't bare to name more.

   Once everyone got here, the leader Ms. Wung takes a seat at the front of the circle. She clasps her hands together, and says hello. No one speaks.

   "Maya, why don't you start?" Ms. Wung asks one of the scissor twins.

   The girl Maya sneers, and huffs. I never really knew their names till now, she had a nice name, and she would be cool if she didn't cut people.

   "On Tuesday, I cut my supervisors cheek," she responds coldly.

   I glance at the woman behind the scissor twins, and she has a bandage across her cheek. The other patients stare, until Nate speaks.

   "Why the hell do you cut people?" He asks.

   "Why the fuck shouldn't we cut you?" Says the other twin. Maya nods with her sister, and they point fingers.

   Ms. Wung swallows at the current situation, and speaks. I feel just as uncomfortable as her, like someone might fling a knife at any moment.

   "Now, Trish, Maya, we don't cut people..."

   "Tell that to their faces," mutters their supervisor.

   Ms. Wung locks eyes with her, and then eyes the twins. She gives them a cold stare.

   "How did you even get scissors?" I find myself asking, but regret it after Trish, the other sisters leans in towards me.

   "Got a pair everywhere," she says mysteriously.

   I nod slowly, and Ms. Wung picks a boy named Antonio. He smirks, but doesn't speak. Then he does, and some people gasp.

   "I found a spider in my mouth one night ago," he speaks, "I ate it, with no mercy."

   My mouth flys open like most others, and I'm now terrified of him. How did he eat it without getting bit. Wasn't it crunchy?

   "How did it taste?" Nate asks.

   Antonio widely smiles with a curve in his mouth, "like licorice."

   I scrunch my nose in disgust, and more people share. Soon Ms. Wung had enough, and wrapped up the session. She tells us she'll see us next Friday, and that she can't wait for our "interesting" stories.

   Sam takes me back to my room, and I don't close the door just yet. I look down, then back at Sam. He raises his eyebrows, and I talk.

   "Do I have any letters?" I ask.

   "Unfortunately not, sorry Isobel," he states.

   My face fades and I nod. I close the door, and lay down on my bed. My clock reads 6:00, and I can't help but close my eyes.

   I feel tired, but I don't want to go to sleep. I want to keep thinking, even though it hurts. My mind gives in though, and I fall into a slumber.

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edited: april 9, 2017 - 4:35pm

I liked this chapter (:

How does a spider taste like licorice, idk, ask Antonio lol, I'll update later if you vote and if I get some comments, k c u later ;)