Twisted

Valerio

More tortures happened, and more tears were shed. A week had gone by. No visits from Jason or Aaron or Jesse. I understand Jason but for Aaron and Jesse i'm lost.

''Morning..'' Molly said as I came out of the bathroom.

Before I could respond five gaurds are at our door, ''We need both of you.''

''What? No, no.'' I shake my head and try to run back in.

One guard catches me from behind and the other three hold me from fighting back.

Molly didn't want to go either but I don't know if she fought back.

The guards set me down. ''You mental freak, calm the fuck down! We're not going to do anything to you.''

I fight their grip,''Then don't touch me!''

A lady takes me away from the others and grips my arm tight then leads me to a seat. The whole mental hospital was there. Seat by seat was every victim.

I couldn't locate Molly, no matter where I looked, she was no where to be found. Next to me was a boy looking only about 18, he only looked at me once and crossed his arms. On my other side was a small girl with tears falling silently.

''Atention!'' It was someone who seemed to be the head ministrator of the building. ''There are going to be slight changes in the rooms. If you are alone, with no roomate, then you will be getting one. As for the guys and girls who do have one, then there is a slight chance you will be getting one also.'' She clears her throat, ''This year we're a little packed so changes will happen on that and in other things too.''

The lady then looks straight at me and points at her wrist to symbolize mine.

Chills ran down my back in a cascade.

''That will be all, you will find out the changes either today or in a week.'' She steps off stage and signals for us to go back.

Molly comes up to me before I get forced out. ''We have another roomate.''

''What?'' I wisper.

Not that it would be a bad thing, its just I would rather be alone that to be with two complete strangers.

She hands me a kind of form looking paper.

''Room 38A

Karen Lavidge, Molly Anderson, Isabella Gardner

K.L.- Anorexic, Mentaly Unstable

M.A.- Damaged

I.G.- Mentaly Unstable'' I read to myself quietly.

Isabella. Wasn't she that girl from the torture? I didn't think of it much, there could be more that one Isabella here.

''What does that mean?'' Molly walks down the hallway and I follow, ''Damaged?''

Shaking off my own thoughts ''Well your brother could have mislead Castro, and made you seem caught up with your past or you would seem to be compared to a past family member as by their actions or movements to yours.''

She nods.

''By the way, your brother stoped by a few hours ago.''

''What?! Were was I?!''

''Sleeping.'' My throat was killing me.

Molly nods again.

''Get in there!'' A guard shoved in the poor soul.

Same Isabella as before.

She looks at me stunned. I never thought to see her again either. The lock from the door is heard and I just sit in my corner. I just wanted Jason, Aaron, or Jesse to come. Alana on the other hand was still mad. I haven't talked to her since she left.