Just Another Cancer Patient

9 •Lacey•

To say in the lightest way possible, I was completely and utterly screwed. In fact maybe I should just buy some acid from some shady guy on the street corner and burn my flesh off with it. Yeah, I think I'll do that.

"We let you off with a warning with your immature show a couple of days ago, but now you've done it. We're considering transporting you to another hospital." The manager of the hospital informs me. I would have made a snide comment about being a prisoner in your own 'room' isn't exactly a warning, but I was to worried about being sent off.

This was my home. This is where Troy and Ms. Halle were. (Not to mention Karrrlll and, I guess, Zayn.)

"Look I know I haven't been on my best behavior but I swear I'll be better Ms. Kline. I've been here for literally years now. I've just been stressed out these past couple days." I say hinting at the date we both know was the date that marked the anniversary of the worst day of my life. Even though I hadn't been stressed about it. Sure I'd thought about it, but stressing? Nope. I knew that everything was ok for everyone.

She sighs rubbing her eyelids carefully avoiding her eyeliner.

I knew the poor lady was stressed too. For fifteen years she had been the manager of this hospital. She was only about 35, but she already had stress wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and her hair was streaked with a little bit of white.

I don't how she handled it with Charlie here.

"I can trust you with your volunteer? Because if I can't you know he'll be assigned to another patient and you'll possibly be sent to the nearest facility." She crosses her arms leaning back in her chair.

"You can trust me." I say in defeat.

I couldn't leave. This is where I was born, and this is where I'll die.

Wow. That was deep for even me.

"Very well, Ms. Stone. Hopefully the next time me and you see each other will be when your better and ready to be released." She gathers up some paper work sitting it to the side and opening her laptop. In other words, she was saying 'get the hell out of my office before I call security.'

I drag my feet towards the door and enter the hallway gloomily. Then I trudge to my room. Room #409.

When I enter I nearly died. Not to mention shit a brick all at once.

Zayn was grinning creepily sitting on my bed. Staring. Straight. Into. My. Eyes.

"What the actual fuck you creepy little shit?" I all but yell.

"I have news for you." He says solemnly still grinning. All the color drains from my face.

He had slaughtered Karrrlll.

"Wait, who's Karrrlll?" He asks looking confused now.

Ok. He doesn't know about my cold blooded friend I keep in the rest room.

"You hold someone hostage in the bathroom?" He asks suspicious now.

"No!" Sorta kinda. 

We stare at each other for a moment.

"So what were you gonna tell me when I walked in? You know when you were acting like a psychoish freak." I tease him steering the topic away from my secretive toilet buddy.

Phew. I'm in the safe zone now, I think as he starts talking again.

"Well, when I walked in, I saw something glorious. And no snarky replies!" He cuts me off as I start to say 'Jesus'.