Willow's Grove

1: Waking Hours.

"When will you learn to relax?" She spoke gently, "Never, not for as long as you live." I whispered, "Why do you hate me?!" She yelled and I replied "You ruined me, you ruined my life." "It's time for payback." I grinned.
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The brunet (closer to black than brown) opened their eyes and glanced around at the room they laid in. A sigh exited between their parted lips that were chapped and scabbed at the bottom.

Their almond eyes seemed tired nonetheless, since unfortunately the teen seemed to be filled with anxiety and no longer able to sleep, insomniac, if you will.

I stared at the ceiling and how my fan seemed to go round and round at a fast pace, the air hitting my face made me desire to sleep once more but yet, unfortunately so, I could not.

My waking hours seem to always last rather than my hours in my dreamland. I heard a sound alarm from my door, I was too tired to get up.

I can't get up. "Go away!" I yelled out as my door opened and I was greeted by the male caretaker, "unfortunately, I can't do that. It's time for you to take your meds." I glared at him and said "unfortunately, I don't want to take my meds nor your company,Dean." The tall man sighed and moved closer to my lying form and pulled the blanket to which I huffed.

Dean walked over to the other side of my bed and grabbed the wheelchair, he pushed it over and said gently "come on, up and up" I rolled my eyes and took his hands off my legs and said "I can do it myself." He backed up and nodded. I huffed once more feeling my exhaustion hit me like a truck. I wish a truck hit me.

The blonde man looked down at me as I hopped onto the wheelchair and grabbed my own legs and gently moved them one by one onto the footplate. I looked over at the blonde and said "Dean." My back rested gently against the backrest.

I had a black wheelchair with a coffee sticker on the armrest, the sticker is what I got from a small table. No one took the sticker and so I did. Yes I did steal a child's sticker but it was worth it. Children aren't even allowed to have coffee.

He nodded and smiled at me as his dimples were seen as clear as day. I would never tell him but the dimples made his smile way better.

I was about to push myself forward but before I could Dean grabbed the push handles and made me suddenly grab at the breaks. I looked up at Dean and complained "give me a warning next time!" He nodded and said "yes,maybe, kinda? Probably not."

I rolled my eyes at him and allowed him to push me. As we passed my mirror I got a glance at my face, my pale skin seemed to need some lotion since I must admit, I'm ashy as heck.