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I awaken in 'my ' bed, five pills scattered on the table beside me in my room. None of them are what I usually take.
Around fifteen minutes go by and some lady wearing a suit and a tight bun on her head pulls me by the arm and strictly forces a bottle into my hands and I take the pills. As were walking towards what looks like a cafeteria, I look outside a window to see a sign that reads 'Courtwest Mental Institution and Rehabilitation Center'. Mother said this was like a hotel... She forcefully pushes me into the cafeteria and I make my way over to the empty table in the back. I cover my head with my arms and just let it out , I silently cry for what seems like an hour, of me just feeling sorry for my pathetic self. My arm flexes as soon as I feel somebody grab it, again. It's a super tall man with big arms and a bald head. He pulls me upright and asks why I'm not eating, I just stare at him blankly.
"Oh you're that new girl who doesn't talk." He snaps.
I just half nod.
"If you don't eat we're taking you to the wreck area." He says with no sympathy.
I get up from the table and trudge my way over to the almost empty line up.
Someone pokes my shoulder.
"Hi," The same green eyed boy from the window says shyly.
I wave a little.
"When did you get here?"
I shrug.
"The food here isn't very good." He leans in to whisper to me. I nod slightly.
"It's never any good, it's always dry or not cooked enough, and the salad is soggy." He rambles, it's quite cute.
"Do you talk? Or are you just afraid. Or am I being annoying?"He asks.
"I'm Elise." I say quietly.
"Elise?"
I nod.
"I'm Harry." He says with a smile.
I could just get lost in his deep forest eyes woweee.
"Do you want to eat together?" He asks.
I nod quite quickly.
Could have sworn I heard him say 'cute' under his breath, gosh.
After we get our food which consists of 2 pieces of ham, a slice of bread, peas and water.
We take a seat in my original spot at the back.
"So I saw you crying earlier... What's wrong? Well beside the fact that you're here." He chuckles.
I stare at him for a couple of seconds to think if I should reply.
"M-My mother dropped me off here, sh-she lied and said I was g-going to my aunts." I whisper.
"Oh, so you weren't addicted to anything and you're not schizo?"
"I don't think I am..."
"Oh you're like one of those people." He says and I'm a little taken back.
"Excuse me?" I say a bit louder.
"Nevermind. I'll see you around, Elise." He says eating his last bit of peas and leaves.
I didn't get to ask him why he had blood on his face earlier.
For what seems like hours, I poke around at my food and take a couple bites until it looks completely unappetizing and I go up to throw the rest away.
I don't really know where I'm going around here so I guess I should explore.
When I hear a loud painful groan, makes me turn right at the end of the hall past the cafeteria.
I quietly walk over to the source of the screams and my hands quickly go up to my mouth to shield the cries the might escape.
I see .....Harry?
His hands are chained to a wall and his shirt is thrown on the floor. There's blood coming from his handcuffs that are chained. His legs are dropped and he's practically hanging from his hands. There's blood on his back but it's too swollen, I can't tell where it's coming from. I can here Harry whimpering in pain but his biceps are flexed and it looks like he knows what he's doing. He's waiting it out. But what kind of medieval place is this?
The room is quite dark but it's light enough to tell that it's him. There's blood on the walls from previous sessions. The room is completely different from the rest of the hospital, the walls and floor is brown and stained, it's dark and smells awful. The rest if the building is brightly lit and it's pretty clean.
There's a guard with a long stick thing that I've never seen before and he's hitting Harry with it.
Why would they do this to him though?
Mother said it was like a hotel...Hey GUIZE IM SORRY FOR THE SHORT CRAP UPDATE ILY ALL AND I HAD TO RESTART THIS LIKE 3 TIMES. SORRY.
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