As I wake up and peel off my mask, once again, I feel.. Different today. I feel more... Rebellious? Maybe. I'm not sure though. I see them walk in again. Just like every other day. They bring in the lights. They know that the lights hurt me a lot more than a human needs to be hurt..but, it's useless fighting as they do as they please most of the time and never even date to ask my opinion on things they do.
Why do these lights hurt me? I have this rare skin disease that I don't even remember the name of where lights burn my ghostly pale skin. They say bringing in the lights will help find the "cure" to this stupid and terrible sickness. Only I haven't gotten any medication to at least try to help ever since I got here eleven or so years ago. When I was five, my parents had finally given up on me and sent me here saying this was "for my health" and "I could finally get better." They also said that they would come visit every week. I haven't seen them since the truck picked me up from my house all those years ago. Some fucking parents I have, right?
I'm ripped from my thoughts by my own agonizing screams ripping through the air. They shine those stupid bright-ass lights all over my skin. I can faintly hear them repressing giggles from behind the lights.
Once they are done, they let me shower and dress, as always. I put on some of my favorite jeans and a random long-sleeved shirt. When I get back to my room, my "assistant" is sitting on my tiny bed, looking honestly really sad and stressed, but she still manages a smile on her small face. She stands up to give me a hug. She wraps her slim arms around my neck and, as she is quite a bit shorter than I am, stands on her toes. I slide my arms around her waist and as she pulls away, I smile at her. She returns the favor by giving me a sweet yet small smile.
"Hey, Gerard. How are you today?" she says, sweetly.
"Eh, normal. How about you, Wist?" I ask back throwing in a small smile at her. Her face contors a bit and her smile falters slightly but is still there.
"Let's not talk about me, yeah?" Why doesn't she want to talk about herself? She tells me everything about herself when she makes her daily visits from her house just across the field. She'll tell me on her own time, I guess.. I just really hope she's okay. After realizing that I haven't said or done anything, I simply nod. They come in and tell us to "get our asses outside and do some running or some shit." See how nice They are? These monsters are just so sweet and caring of all the people here! Can't you just taste the sarcasm? I grab onto the fragile girls wrist and pull her out of both her daze and the room. She jumps slightly but quickly follows me out of the room and into where the lockers are where all the other residents are. I give her a look and I just know what I'm going to do today. She looks at me confused and as the others start to run, as they always do when we go outside, I sprint away with her wrist still in my hand. I take a different turn than the others do and head straight for the door. The one that leads outside. We burst though the door, with few seconds to spare. Just as We get out, one "guard" comes down the adjacent hall and sees us outside.
"Hey, you little shits, the way to the court is the other way! Get back in her 'n' do the right thing for once in your god damn usless lives!" he yells at us, anger seeping thickly in his deep voice. Wist walks right back in and, as I'm following, the angry shit that yelled at us walks down the hall quickly. The door slaps and I grab wist and pull her out again and book it. The "gaurd" hears the door open again and runs back after us, after we've gone a few dozon feet out the large glass door. He is, sadly, a pretty fast runner and we have to hide around the other side of the building. Once we're sure he's gone, we start I run again. Straight across the field and into this old play set ta wist built with her dad when she was younger. I've never actually been inside of it. But, as we run towards it. We hear a familiar angry sqauk and see him trying to run towards us. We climb up into the playhouse thing and lock the door. He bangs and yells and even tried to climb into the window that's located a few feet or so away from the ladder leading up to said door. All the yelling and screaming makes her dad come out and yell, just as loud but not as obnoxious, "hey, get the fuck off of my lawn." And being the scrawny thing he is, he scampers away like a scared deer back to the hell they call a hospital. We chill in the small house like play set for a few minutes and catch our breath. A few minutes later, wist hits me in the arm.
"Why did you do that?! I was so scared and this just feels so wrong! Why are we doing this? Do I even want to run away with you? You're absolutely insane, G!" she stutters out, shaking me and pacing nervously. I feel bad for dragging her in this..
"Hey, hey,hey. Wist, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to. I didn't even plan this out and it's purely insane it even worked out. I don't mean to drag you into this at all. I'm not even sure what came over me, wist." I retort, trying to get her to calm down. She's so tense and I feel so terrible about her feeling like this. She finally sits down next to me and I let her hair and whisper sweet nothing's into her ear, cooing her and telling her things will be okay. After a few minutes or so, she calls down and looks at me, whispers a small thank you and stands up, breaking away from my embrace much to my dismay. We sit there in silence for a solid five minutes before I hear her tiny voice again.
"Ill be right back. Stay in here, please." I nod and she leaves. I'm really curious as to what she's doing. I look out the window and watch her run up the hill to her house, burst through the front door and close it. I sigh slightly. What is that crazy girl doing? Is she bringing me something for when I run away? What if she never comes back to me? Or, even worse, what if she calls the hospital and tells them where I am? Would she do that to me? Just as I start to panic a bit, she comes back into the playhouse. With a bag? Why does she have a bag?
"Why do you ha-" I start to say but she cuts me off.
"Come on, loser, let's run." I feel myself from widely. I jump up and wrap my arms around her slim figure.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I sputter out, probably barely auidible to her. She's actually going with me! My best friend is choosing to go with me, away from this stupid life, into the unknown of the world! I'm so happy right now I can't even begin to express it. She's actually joining me. Me! Of all the people in the world. She chose me.
"Come on, we need to get somewhere before nightfall so we can sleep and be well rested for tomorrow." She says after I've calmed down a bit. Sleep!? Why would I sleep after I find out that my absolute best and only friend in the world is running away with me?
A/N
Okay so I know this is unexpected and probably weird but this is a new book I want to write? If no one likes it, I won't continue it at all but yeah first Part. I'm not sure when I'll update again but you'll see when I do xD
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Let's Get Away.
Ficción GeneralThis story is pretty much based off of a dream I had one night. Gerard is a sixteen-year-old who lives in a terrible hospital and he has lived here since he was five. His rare skin condition and his shit parents put him here. He has only one friend...