Mentally Disturbed

Chapter Eight

Arnold

I woke up to the sound of a buzzer screamingly indicating its time for me to wake up.

Day 5.

I'm just two days away from being released, and I'm sure as hell excited. I hop out of bed feeling a bit jumpy and jubilant. I quickly brush my teeth and shower and put on a grey sweater and my black skinny jeans.

Wow, I'm not wearing completely black.

Well, I'm wearing a lighter black.

I head out to take my daily pills and when I let it sit in my mouth, I think about actually not taking the pill for a day. Just like Anabelle would do. I spit it out into the trash bin and look around. Glad that no one saw me, I head to the cafeteria. I grab my breakfast and sit by the window and dig in. I glance around the room looking for my supposedly crazy best friend though I can't find her.

20 minutes pass and I've finished 2 plates of my food. Still not seeing her, I start to think she hasn't woken up yet and is simply in her room. I put my plate away and head down the hall, glad that out of the blue I can actually remember the path.

I knock at her door slightly waiting for a response. But there isn't one. I knock again a little louder and I finally hear someone shuffling to the door. She opens it, only slightly enough to peek her puffy eyes out.

"Yes?" She asks. Trying to avoid my eye contact.

"Uh, you okay?" I ask as I shove my hands into my pockets.

"I'm entirely fine, just a little tired." She says with a bright smile on her face. She looks to the ground after a moment of awkward silence and I break the ice.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

She looks at me startled, as she turns her head back into her room. She glances back at me then back to the ground. What is wrong with her today?

"I'm actually exhausted, I think I'm just going to go back to sleep." She says softly.

That's all it took to push me away.

"Fine. Sweet dreams." I say and I stalked off into another direction.

I fucking hate the feeling of rejection.

I'll be gone in two fucking days and she refuses to spend time with me? I scoff at what just happened.

I wander the halls of the place, hoping I would somehow get lost. But I've instead mastered the map of the unit. I stay in the music room, going through the different song books. I come across one song, which is the very first song I've ever learned to play.

Desperado.

I think back to the memory.

"Arnold buddy!" My dad says as he shuts the door finally arriving home. He places his suitcase on the floor and I ran into his arms.

"Happy Thanksgiving honey." My mom says as she kisses my father on his cheek.

We help mother cook and we ended up having a feast. When we were resting from our filled stomachs, my dad turns on his sound system and a song plays.

"Daddy I like this song." I said. He smiled at me as he grabbed my guitar, handing it to me.

"Let's play it then." He said.

He taught me how to play it on the guitar for the first time.

I look at the piano sheet in my hands as it read Desperado. This was my all time favorite song. I place the sheet on the piano and sit. Reminiscing the time when Anabelle played her song for me. I actually wish she were here so I could play this song to her. This song was so special to me. And though I try to deny it, I feel like she's special to me as well. Despite that I've only known her for 5 days.

I press the keys as I read off the melody. Then I start to sing, my raspy voice finally setting free after a long time.

Desperado

Why don't you come to your senses?

You've been out riding fences

For so long now

I start to sob as I miss my old simple life. Being young and stress free. I want to tell every little child to never grow up, because it will never be what you signed up for.

I wish I could go back in time to tell myself a few things, just to improve this shitty future I have.

Crying really isn't my thing but believe it or not I cry a lot. I stop the song mid way and crumble the piece of paper. I don't ever want to think about the past because it just makes me feel horrible about my future.

The feeling of knowing you had something so good in your hands, but to be cut off to the realization that it slipped from your grasp is the worst feeling you could ever ask for.

I wipe my tear stained cheeks and stand up to go back to my room. As I descend down the hallway I come across the same crazy man that I met on my first day in the art room. The man who was coloring in complete black and called me a sheep...

"You." He said pointing to me. I give him a confused look as I pretend not to know him.

"I told you your hearts been shattering over and over again." He said as a smirk grew on his face. He let out a chuckle of triumph and stalked off.

I ran back to my room and threw all my books around the room. I punched the pillows as hard as I could. I needed to release everything, but this was all I could manage. In the end I just cried myself to sleep.

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Filler.........

Do you ever get super nauseous as you read your screen phone as you're riding in a car? 'Cause that's me right now lol

If there's any typos then my bad, because I didn't proof read this at all bc I'm in a car about to HURL.

Hope you enjoy!