Mentally Disturbed

Chapter Four

"Du du doooo dooooo du," she sings. She's singing along to the elevator music. Her head rocks to every doo.

As we stand in silence escalating back to our psychiatric unit, I foreplay what could possibly happen if we were to get caught. A violation. Press charges. Further lockdown. All kinds of thoughts fill my mind.

Ding! We're here.

I'm about to walk out before she slams her arm against my chest, barricading me from peeking through the hallway. The elevator door shuts and we're tightly squished into the frame, keeping out of sight. I'm breathing onto the top of her head. She peeks her head out, checking if the coast is clear. And without notice, she yanks my hand as we run down the hall. Taking those multiple turns that I will never fathom to memorize. I'm starting to get a headache but soon enough we make it back, safe and sound. We didn't get caught. We start to laugh in victory and I feel good, I feel like I'm having fun. You don't deserve fun. My smile drops.

"I like you, you've got many hidden sides, many cards up your sleeve." she says. She's twiddling the bottom strands of her hair as she sways with an innocent smile.

"You're pretty interesting yourself." We walk back to the cafeteria just in time for lunch. We've only been gone for probably two hours, even though it felt like I covered the whole worlds grounds. We grab our plates and sit near the window and I dig in immediately. It tastes better than yesterday, and plus I missed breakfast. We both missed breakfast. I look up from my food, finally acknowledging her. She hasn't touched her food, instead her elbows are propped on the table as her hands are holding her chin. She's watching me eat.

"Aren't you going to eat? We missed breakfast you know." I say, returning to devouring my meal.

"That's okay, I like to watch you eat." She starts cutting up her food and placing a few pieces on my plate. "Here you can have some of mine," she says. I scoop them into my mouth. After ten minutes, I'm finally done. They serve a lot of food for a hospital, I don't even get this much on my plate back at home! I'm leaning back on my chair as I burp. She's still looking at me.

"Your foods cold." I point out. She glances to her food blankly. "I'm not hungry anymore." she says. I stare at her, contemplating how she could possibly not be hungry. But I just shrug it off.

"Is there anything else we could do here?", I ask suddenly bored not knowing what to do. It's like my life is on pause and I'm just stuck here in this empty box, wasting precious time of my life away. But at least I have a pretty girl with me.

"We can go to my room?" She asks with a smile on her face. Not a flirtatious smile though, a genuine one that I can't make myself not believe is sincere.

"And what might we do there?" I ask. I don't want to think dirty thoughts, but the mind wants to think what it wants to think.

"We can play a special game." She says. I smirk at her, and agree to her offer. We put our plates away and head to the wing of her room.