Alive | h.s

four

            After Harry left me in the hallway I decide that since I never got to explore, this could be my chance. I walk to the main hall near the cafeteria and glance back at the sad library, the same boy still sits there reading. He looks harmless.

"Uh-hi I'm Elise." I say quietly taking a seat by him.

"I'm Calum." He says while reading.

"I loved that book." I say, looking at his copy of Pride and Prejudice.

"I've read it many times, it still manages to surprise me." He laughs lightly.

The aroma of cigarettes lingers from his dark flannel, he smells much different than Harry, not better though. I can't seem to get my eyes off his, they remind me of the dark and rich coffee mother used to have. There's so many different rings and stripes of browns, I forget he is talking to me.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that, I wasn't giving my best attention." I stutter.

"Oh, I was just asking about when you got here, I haven't seen you before." He asks.

"I came here two nights ago I believe." I finish.

"Oh?" He says sounding disappointed.

"What about you?" I ask.

"Nearly six months." He shrugs.

"Actually? That is a while."

"Yeah I guess."

"W-Well, Calum, I'll s-see you around." I say standing up.

"See ya."

            He was nice, it proves that there is some hope for me in this dreary hospital, making friends isn't that hard, well it is but nobody's company can replace my mothers. She was my favorite company, she always smacked me into reality, I was too naive for her, I'm thankful for her always helping me be better. When i was acting foolish thinking i was in love, she opened up my eyes and showed me the truth, he was too good for me, sometimes i still believe i love him. Though he was a liar, he showed me life like no one else could. He lied to me, saying I was the only one, that he adored me and told me that i was amazing, elegant, and sometimes even beautiful, hell, he told me this every day, every time those words rolled off his tongue, I lit up inside. It was most definitely thoughtless of me for thinking he loved me. Enough about him. He's gone.

I take a sharp turn around a corner, to a place I don't recognize, I decide to keep looking around to find stuff to do, this place is so controlling, yet they can't even put a map or directory on a wall, it's painful.
You know when you walk in to a store or someone's house and you just get that feeling like you need to leave, like it's not your place to be, it looks bad, it doesn't grab your attention. It's past the point of being intimidating, it's actually quite terrifying not knowing because you can't do anything to help yourself, you have to sit and suffer, hope for the best to come, even though it's going to hurt you, you can already feel it, eating at your skin, eager to get deep down to your feelings. You're screaming, your throat crawls with pain until all you can muster is a rugged squeal, except no one can ever hear you, no matter how loud you scream, the harder you try, nothing ever comes out. It's like you're trapped in a maze that's never ending, taking you in circles, you're used to it going the wrong way, until everything seems hopeless and you give up.

I fall to the ground. Someone grabs me but I'm too slow to turn around from the awkward position they're holding my arms in. It hurts. They start to drag me backwards by my hands, down a much darker hallway. I begin to panic, is it Harry, why is he taking me somewhere, and why would he take me like this? I begin to question his character. Harry wouldn't though, would he? A needle is jabbed quite harshly into my neck, the same kind they used to make me-

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