Love Me Till I Die...

Love Me Till I Die... [chapter ten]

Hey everyone. I know I have been uploading and havn't uploaded in the last couple of weeks but I havn't had much time what with my drama taking over for the past few weeks. I am really sorry. But it's done now, chapter ten is ready for you to read. I hope you like it and i really like this chapter as it shows you how Oriana will take the whole getting taken away from her family etc that was at the end of the last chapter. I really think that this song goes really well with this chapter. Hope you agree. Anyway enough from me. Here you go. Enjoy :)

~LouiseB

Chapter ten

Oriana

“Not far now miss. We should be there in a few minutes” one of the men who took me smiled to me. I looked away quickly from his gaze. The windows were blacked out so I could see out but people couldn’t see me. The injection they gave me back at home had worn of around 10 minutes ago so I was still slightly groggy.

I’m not going to lie. I was scared. I had no idea where I was going or what was going to happen to me. I felt betrayed by my own family, the people I trusted. MY head was empty. I couldn’t think straight so my mind became empty. I could feel it slipping away. I was slowly but surely loosing it. I willed myself to hold onto the belief that Dimitri was real and not just a ghost that no one else could see. But I could feel something nudging at the back of my thoughts, telling me to listen to them. Dimitri was dead and I had been seeing his ghost. I had to except it didn’t I? But for some reason I wouldn’t.

“We’re here Miss Oriana Kurtis” Said the other man who was driving. I glanced forward and saw a tall, old looking, gloomy building peering down at me. The brick work was blood red and the roof was charcoal black. The building looked daunting and frightened me but intrigued me at the same time. The windows had thick frames and were tall. A large green lawn slopped upwards towards the building with a gravel track running up the middle. Tall, pointed, black metal fencing adorned the top of a high brick wall which surrounded the perimeter. Armed guards were stationed at regular intervals along the wall. Bright patches of flower beds sprinkled the lawn and trees where dotted here and there around the grounds.

We pulled up to the front gate and one of the armed guards walked towards the opening driver’s window. They spoke quickly in hushed tones that I didn’t even bother to try and listen to. I noticed the guard nod to a man on the other side of the gate, who was stationed inside a control box. He nodded back to the guard and filled with his controls before the gates slowly unlocked and began to push open.

I sighed lightly and noticed the guards following the van we were in all the way up to front of the building. A large sign was creeping in to view. It was black metal with a golden edge and big golden letters spelling out the words: Great Willows Home for the Mentally Unstable. Underneath was: Running since 1918 after the 1st world war. ‘Great’ I thought to myself. ‘I guess this will be my new home’.

The van came to a sudden stop that threw me forward of the small bench I was sitting on. I stayed slumped on the floor not bothering to try and stand. I was a wear that the sliding door opened beside me and someone was standing there watching me. “Come on Miss” one of the men from the van said impatiently. I stayed were I was my eye glued to the floor, expressionless and non blinking. “Now please miss” he said getting fidgety. But still I would not move. He sighed and mumbled something under his breath before turning around and shouting of to someone at the front of the van. “What is it?” Asked man from the van two.

“She won’t move” man from the van one said. I heard them both sigh and from the corner of my mind I saw their quizzical looks.

I stayed frozen to the spot for a further three minutes while they decided what to do. The light from the open door began to disappear and four great arms came lunging towards me. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed at the top of my lungs as they pulled me from the van kicking and screaming. I was still dressed in my dressing gown and pyjamas, so I managed to shrug myself out of my dressing gown before falling to the ground hard, splitting my elbow on the impact. I didn’t care. I was numb from all the pain. I turned my head slowly round to find the men who had pulled me from the van standing wide eyed and mouths hanging open. Between them was my pink dressing gown, hanging from both of their grasps.