Killing Intentions...

True...

Mental Institution

Lucy Gail

20/12/1990, 12:30pm

Justin? Are you there? Justin? Why isn’t he replying? I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I started to cry. I loved crying. The feeling of hot tears trickling down your skin. I love it when this happens.

In the corner of my eye I saw Justin. Thank god he came.

“I missed you” I hugged him.

“Me too. How have you been?” asked Justin. His eyes shined. I love it when that happens.

“They always watch me” I was now staring at the mirror. I knew perfectly well doctors and nurses were watching. I made a face.

“Stop looking at me!” I declared to the mirrors. “I don’t like it when they watch me” I whispered to Justin.

“Don’t yell, it tells them that you’re not well” Justin tells me.

“Okay, I’ll be good” I say in a childish way.

“I have to go now, and I love you” Justin then left.

I don’t like being alone. This is all because of Leah!

There was a knock on the door. This rarely happens. Amy walked in. I know Amy; she’s a really nice friend.

We went out for coffee. Amy says that the treatment will continue, but I’m super well. I close my eyes and think of Justin.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine” I whispered

As for Leah, she’ll pay!