The Brave and Beautiful

I'm A Good Girl, Honest!

Hope's POV

"After this surprising event, everyone is questioning if Elmsville is safe! Many murders have happened, and something weird is going on. The town population has actually dropped by 100! With frequent residents moving out, Elmsville has seemed to lost it's touch-" The T.V Screen suddenly turned off, and I was left in the darkness of the night. I whipped my head around, and it was just my mom with the remote. 

"Stop doing this to yourself, Hope! You've been doing nothing but watching the news, and it's not going to make you feel any better!" She put down the remote, and sat beside me. Her arms wrapped around me. Tears flew down my face, and when they started, they didn't stop.

"Mom, why did it have to be him. Anyone but him!" She started to run her fingers through my hair. 

"Everything will work out!" She sighs. But how? I wanted to know how things could possibly get better. 

"Mom, I think I'm ready. I want to see him."

*

24b was the number of his room. A doctor handed me a guest card, and opened up the door. He walked me inside.

It was dark, and dingy. It was so small, that anyone who lived in a basic Elmsville mansion would puke. So, I almost puked. All it was was a bed, a chair, a small desk, a lamp, and a small storage space. The floor was plain white, and the wall a depressing shade of grey. 

"You have a visitor!" The doctor said. He was leaning in front of the patient, blocking my view. He spoke in a baby-like voice. Then the doctor got up, and I saw him.

His hair was a mess, face with darker bags then I've ever seen. His blues eyes were no longer a beautiful sea, but a pond that would grab and drown you. He wore a simple white jumpsuit, or more of a medical gown. I leaned down in front of him as the doctor did, because he was sitting on a chair.

"I'll let you be" The doctor said. He exited the room, leaving me alone with someone who was in an insane asylum. Or whatever this creepy place was. 

"H-hey David!" I said. I grabbed a seat on the side of the bed, so I could face him comfortably. Nothing. He just stared into nothing. "The doctors told me you wouldn't talk. That you hadn't talked at all the last few days. That's fine. I like to talk, I can do all the talking here" The silence was killing me though.

"Did you know! Kelly and Owen broke up! It happened the other day, Owen was super clingy and Kelly couldn't take it! BAM! She just called it off. Thought I'd update you on all the latest!" No more talking. I couldn't bare it anymore.

"OKAY FESS UP. Who is 236! David, please, you have to say" Still nothing. "David, we need to know this. Why can't you just talk!" His silence made my heart break into a million pieces. How. How could this have happened... he was practically insane!

"Remember a few days ago, when you refused to go see that bulimia counsellor. You were so scared of being judged, and having to talk about your feelings. Since you obviously didn't want to go alone, I walked you right to the building and waited outside the door for the whole forty five minutes. When you came back out, you had a huge smile on your face, like some burden was lifted off your shoulder, one heavier than the world. I was so happy to see you like that. It was a smile I hadn't seen in a long time. I kind of think that you've forgotten  a lot of those moments, those happy ones. Remember, there was that time you threw a burger at Hunter, from our old school. We were laughing so hard. Oh, oh! Or that time you helped out those parents at our school event. 

My mind instantly thought of it.

*

Me and David were handing out pamphlets, and talking to parents of the students at our old school. It was a orientation/ get to know the teachers night. Certain students were asked to come and just let the parents talk to them about the school, or help out in anyway. David and I were asked, so we had set up a little table in the main part of the school, ready for parents to ask away, or ask for help.