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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

I live in delusional. 

When I saw a man walking down the street. A beautiful, gorgeous, godly man. His long hair tied into a ponytail. Black. His hair. Normally, I'd think men with ponytails aren't my thing but... Him. It suited him so well. 

His eyes. The most delicate shade of blue I've ever seen. I'd wished they were mine. If I was crazy enough, I'd carve them out of their sockets and stick them in mine. 

I've always wanted blue eyes. 

"Hello? I asked why you're here." I open my eyes and see a girl with violet eyes and brunette hair. Violet eyes... She looked a bit frustrated, like she'd been waiting a while for me to answer her question. 

I blink and rub my eyes. "I relapsed." I pull up my sleeve and show her the bandage that covered my newly fresh cuts. I swear if you stared at it for long enough, you'd see the blood trying to escape out of the bandage. I pulled down my sleeve and looked at her again. "Who are you?" She was still looking at my arm. A bit rude if you ask me... She finally turned her head and met my eyes. 

"I'm Morticia." She whispered. I wondered why she was whispering. What a nutcase. "And you are?" I don't want to answer that. We sit in silence for a good long while until I decide to stand up and walk to my temporary room. 

I hate the psych ward. People just can't seem to mind their own business. I've been here once before. When I was 13. I don't remember it well but one thing I do remember is how horrible it was. 

There's no door. Can you believe that? I don't have a door. What hazard could a door be? It's sharp edges? Come on, they're not that sharp. 

I walk over to the bed, the sheets nice and white, and so was the blanket. It's so blank here. Sure, the walls are colorful but that's really it. They don't push activities on you, which I like but isn't that what they're supposed to do? Griffin's just cheap. Can't even bother to put me in an institution that would help with my depression at least a little. 

I climb onto the warm sheets. Ew. They're warm. I look outside the singular window in the whole room and just sit there, looking out of it. My hands are on my knees and my eyes are drifting with the people who are walking down the street. I'm not high up at all. They really baby us here, don't they? 

That's when I hear a knock at the doorframe of my room. "Hey, Lainey." Griffin. His voice echoes through the mostly empty bedroom.

"Don't call me that. You know I hate it." I whisper, still looking outside the window. I hear him scoff. They're always trying to piss me off. It works. 

"Did you see that girl with the blue hair?" He asks. I assume they've walked inside of my room because he sounds closer now. I nod slowly, still not looking at him. "Pretty cool, yeah?" He sounds a little concerned. I don't why. It's not like they haven't seen me like this before. 

"I guess so," I say, my voice getting quieter with each word. "She's weird. She said her name was Morticia." I tell him. 

I hear his foot steps get closer to my bed and then feel it sink. They're sitting on the bed. Meaning it'll get more warm. I don't like that. "Like the mom from the Addams Family?" He questions. 

I nod and lean closer to the window when I see a girl with split dyed hair. Brown and green. Maybe she's walking to a hair appointment to get it redyed. It did look a little faded. 

"Can you get off?" I blurt. It sounded rude. Maybe I wanted that. 

"The bed?" 

I sigh at Griffin's stupidity. "Yes, the bed. It'll get warm. There's a chair right there." I inform him, pointing behind me at where I remember the chair is. I hear him sigh loudly and the bed feels normal now. Balanced.

Oh my... There he is. The gorgeous man with the black hair. He's just standing there. What is he doing? He's looking to his right. It seems pretty interesting because it seems like he's been standing there for a while. Finally he turns his head and looks into my window.

MY WINDOW. 

Looking into my eyes. I swear he is. I know he is. He is. He's waving. At me. I decide I'm not going to wave back. I don't want to be in the psych ward for longer than I need to. He really is a gorgeous creature. I wonder how long it took for my brain to create such a beautiful beast. 

I don't believe he's real. He cannot be. He's too perfect. +1 point for my delusion.

That's when I flinched. Griffin touched my shoulder. I hate it when people touch me. He's really upping his game with pissing me off. Right now, he's winning. 

"Look at me," He whispered. I feel their breath next to my ear. I refuse. No. I have to keep looking at the beautiful man. But he's gone. What? "Lainey, look at me." He repeats. I will not look at him. He doesn't deserve it. 

"Stop it, Griffin." I say, trying to stay calm but it's weird. He's never done this. They've always been respectful of my boundaries. Why is he being such a douche all of a sudden? 

"Delaney Elizabeth Williams, look at me right now." What is wrong with them? He shakes me a little but I'm still looking out the window. Where did the man go? "Delaney, god dammit, he isn't there! Look at me!" He raises his voice. 

Pause. 

My stomach flips as I turn my head slowly to look at him. "Excuse me? How do you know about the man?" I ask. There's a pit in my stomach. Something's not right. What is going on? We sit in silence until I turn around so that I'm fully facing Griffin. "Answer the question Griffin." 

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

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