Yes, Olivia was my baby. I came to the hospital, pregnant at fifteen. I didn't care about my body so I decided not to respect it. No one knew that Olivia was my child. When I came to the hospital I stuck to myself. I didn't want anyone to pay attention to me and I didn't want to make friends. But I stuck out because of my belly. When Olivia was born, everyone was asleep. I did everything myself, sneaking out of my room to get everything I needed. I wanted Olivia but I was only fifteen. I couldn't take care of myself, let alone a child! I wanted to watch her grow up so after her painful birth, I cleaned her up and snuck outside. I ran around the hospital, despite the pain my body was feeling, and set Olivia in front of the door, kissing her sweet head as I rang the doorbell and ducked behind the bushes to make sure that someone came and took her inside. Mrs. Connie came out into the dark night and gasped when she saw my beautiful baby. I quickly ducked back inside my room and went to sleep. When people asked why my stomach wasn't bigger and why I had no baby, I shrugged and told them that it was a miscarriage. No one thought anything of it. I guess that's why I like Ali so much. She looks just like my baby girl.
After swimming, we dried up and went back to the room. We changed into our old clothes and got ready for lunch. Turkey subs with lettuce and cheese. Ali and I went into the dining room and put our food on our plate. Sitting at our usual spots again, we began to eat in silence. That's when someone sat in front of us.
He didn't say a word. All you could hear is everyone biting and enjoying their sandwhiches. I glanced up at him a few times but I never said anything. When he finished his sandwhich he introduced himself. I did the same but I knew who he was. He was Dylan Hail. Not only one of the cutest guys here at Evansworth but also the guy who is here for killing his father.
Before I can ask why he decided to sit here today, he immediately starts asking questions. "How long have you been here? Why are you here? Don't you stay in the room where Olivia was murde-" I cut him off in the middle of his sentence. "Why did you kill your father?" I'm surprised that I asked that question but I hate when people ask me questions. Dylan goes silent and looks down at his plate. I whisper a quiet "I'm sorry" to him and he looks up at me. "It's okay, I guess," he smirks. "I guess I do need to learn to shut my mouth sometimes." I smile at him. Cooperative. I like it. "I GUESS I'll answer your questions," I say, returning the cooperation.
He beams at me and begins to ask the same questions, but one by one. "How long have you been here?" He asks and patiently waits for an answer. "Three years," I say, "You?" "Four," He tells me. "Why are you here?" He says, asking his second question. "I tried to commit suicide five time-" I stop myself. Why am I telling him all of this? I've only just started talking to him. But when I look into his big brown eyes, I feel like I've known him forever. "Why would you do that to yourself?" he asked, cleary astonished. "I hate my body and the way I am. To top it off, my dad abused my mom. He cheated on her with anyone he could find and when he came home, he was drunk and would beat her. One night, before he went out, I tampered with his car. His car spun out of control and he crashed into a tree. I just wanted him to stay in a hospital for a few days but he died instantly. When the police investigated, they found out it was me and since I've already had problems in the past, they sent me here."
Dylan stares at me, his mouth wide open. I slowly chew my food and for the next few minutes, we eat in silence. "I killed my father because he sexually abused my sister. My mom knew but she did nothing. Even if I told her about it, she was too busy cheating on my dad. I got charged with the murder of my father and the attempted murder of my mother. And I had other problems in the past so I got sent here." He says, breaking the silence. I stare up at him. "You shouldn't have tried to commit suicide. You're very beautiful." He smiles at me. Heat rises up to my cheeks, turning them a bright red. I duck my head so he doesn't see. "Sure," I tell him.
As I head back to my room, something registers on me. He never once talked to Ali.
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A Mental State Of Mind (Completed)
Terror[(COMPLETED)] Joy is in a stable enough state to have a roomate at the hospital. The mental hospital, that is. And one of the best in the country. But few know what goes on in the hospital. Few know the history. Few know about the little girl who di...
