Back and forth. Back and forth. This room is too small. So small. I'm forced to sit in this corner and rock; back and forth. Back and forth. "Somebody help me!!!! I don't belong here!!!!" Did I say that? I think so; I don't remember opening my mouth. Quick close your mouth, before he comes back! Sobbing into my arm I faintly remember what I was like before... before... "NO! NO, NO, NO!!!!" I scream, "You can't make me go back there!!! NO!!!" Hearing the door being opened quietly, I glance quickly to who is coming in to my room. "Get out!!! Don't touch me!!!" Screaming at him, I hope somebody will come to my rescue.
"I swear to god I will kill you if you say one more damn word you stupid little shit. Now come here, if you don't want to be punished, I said get over here!!" His voice boomed at me, scrambling over to my rapist, the hospitals orderly, and my 'savior' according to him. "Now that's a good little Indigo, I don't have a treat for you quite yet today, I am not in the mood as of yet, maybe after your appointment my lovely girl." Lifting me by my arm he drags me out of my room and toward the psychiatrist's only office in this entire asylum.
"Please don't make me go, sir. Please, I'll be good, I swear." I plead with him.
"No you have been a VERY bad girl, and you have to go, don't worry I'll take care of you afterwards though, you're a very precious girl to me." He whispered into my ear. Letting my body go limp, he was so startled to the point where I was dropped to the floor, resulting in a dimming of vision in my eyes, letting my eyes cloud over I pretended to have fainted.
"Son of a-"
"What happened?! CODE BLUE!!! We have a cold blue!!!! I repeat code blue!!!" The head orderly screamed.
"She fainted, I was taking her to Dr. Carter's office, She must have tricked me into thinking she took her meds." He quickly said, always the same excuse he gives, they never notice, or care.
"Take her to the infirmary now! I'll go call her mother, and Luka? Good job at the quick response." The orderly praised.
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Swimming
Short StoryIs reality really reality or just a dream? Nobody knows, someday we make wake up from this dream and realize reality was something we were hiding from.