Chapter One - [ Normal ]
{ j.a.t }
The metal of the handcuffs were digging into my skin, irritating it which caused me to shift uncomfortably. Making a single move made the guard raise his gun and aim. It had happened about fifteen times now, so I didn't flinch when he did. Instead, I huffed and slouched over.
The four hours of travelling in a cramped, high security van was beginning to make me restless. How far could South Shields be from London? Come on.
We hit a bump, causing me to jump a bit. Once again, the guard raised and aimed. I had the nerve to scoff, rolling my eyes. All of a sudden, I was pinned against the ground, my cheek pressing to the cold, metal floor of the van. I let out a groan, wincing in pain.
"I'm not afraid of you, inmate," he growled, pushing my neck forcefully. "Think twice before resorting to those actions, understood?" I didn't answer, instead I bit my lip trying to divert my attention from the pain. "Understood?" The guard raised his voice, pressing his fingers firmly around my neck.
"Understood," I whimpered, giving in to his harsh gestures. The pressure was gone and I was lifted to my feet, only to be shoved down into a seat. The disgusted look on his face was evident, as he crossed his arms.
"I don't understand why they keep you mad people alive," he grunted, a thick, Cheshire accent present. I swallowed hard, intimidated by the guard. "They should just kill you on the spot. You're all just trouble."
Not responding, I stared down at my ripped trousers. They were black, tight and worn out. The color was faded. My shirt was much the same, the short sleeves all tattered and pieces of thread flying free here and there. To kick it off, I wore black combat boots - far different from my normal attire.
The van came to a halt, my heart beginning to thump harder. The guard instructed me not to move, while he opened the door. Light bursted in and I winced in reaction. As my eyesight adjusted, I looked outside. A large building that looked extremely expensive and scary.
I began to breathe heavily. I did not want to be here. When men came marching into school and grabbed me by the arms, I was mortified. I remembered thrashing around, screaming, crying for help. But no one did, they only looked at me in shock. I was changed, thrown into a van for four hours and here I was, about to live the rest of my life in an institution for insane people.
The guard reappeared, ordering me to step out of the van. I did so, my shoes hitting the ground with a loud thump. The guard and another one gripped my upper arm, escorting me to the building. My mouth was dry and I could hardly breathe. It was like with every step, I was losing oxygen.
They opened the doors with a security card, entering as the doors slid open. Inside was a main office, guards standing at various doors around the room. They all had serious expressions on. The woman at the front desk looked at us approaching, tapping away on her keyboard.
"Inmate #1695, just instated," the Cheshire guard informed the lady. "From South Shields," the other guard continued. Bradford.
The lady picked up the phone. "Inmate #1695, Jade Anne Thirlwall....alright."
She set the phone down, gesturing to the guards. "Send her in, Mr Winston," she directed, reverting her attention backing to her computer. The guards began making their way toward a door behind the lady's desk.
The Cheshire guard knocked three times on the door, before turning the handle and opening it. They pushed me forward a bit, closing the door behind me. I was led to a seat and instructed to sit in it. I did oblige, no matter how much I wanted to run away and cry.
"Jade Thirlwall, lovely to meet you. I'm Ben Winston, but you will refer to me as Sir or Mr Winston. Welcome to The Winston Institution, isn't it marvellous?" He gushed, clasping his hands together and smiling.
I nodded, still not being able to breathe properly. "I must say, you are much more innocent looking that I assumed. Considering one of your school books was filled with plans to murder other students in your school, I would have never thought you would be the one behind it," he laughed, leaning back in his seat.
"H-how do you know about that?" I stuttered, beginning to realise that was why I was in there. He smirked, lighting a cigarette. "Miss Thirlwall, you handed the wrong book into Mrs Carter, your English teacher. I could only imagine how terrified she must have felt to find that one of her top students was...well, crazy."
Mr Winston's chuckle at the end of his sentence made me shiver. A look of horror was sprawled across my face, "I didn't mean it. I wasn't going to kill them. I wouldn't hurt anyone."
He shrugged, not caring. He turned around in his seat. "You know, Jade. You're here because you're broken. But I'll let you in on a secret. We are not here to fix you, we are here to prevent you from hurting others. It would be dangerous to have people like you roaming the streets," he spoke in a dark tone. "Take her to her designated cell. We're done for now."
My emotions were bouncing everywhere, anger bubbling up inside me. I lunged forward, attempting to get over his desk and tackle him. However, I was caught, and thrown back onto the ground, my head coming in contact with the hard ground.
I let out a shriek, closing my eyes and beginning to sob. "What was that, Miss Thirlwall? You wouldn't hurt anyone?" Mr Winston chortled, flicking his cigarette butt at me. I cringed, trying my best to get away. Unfortunately, the two guards had firm grips on me again.
They forcefully dragged me out of the room, despite my cries and yells. "Don't make me shut that mouth of your's," the Bradford guard spat, giving me a quick elbow in the rib. I gave up fighting, allowing them to take me down a hallway. Doors were lined up with each other, almost like a mirror.
They took me to a far one, unlocking it and kicking me in. The Bradford one I cuffed me, and I rubbed my wrists gently. "Social is at 2:00. Dinner is at 6:00," the Cheshire guard said, before the door slid shut and I was locked in.
Silence surrounded me. The cell was a dark room with no windows, a small bed with one blanket, a toilet and a high tap with a drain in the ground. The walls were concrete. I noticed a laminated print on the wall.
6:00am - Awaken. Dismissed from cells, breakfast.
7:00am - Social.
10:00am - Back to cells.
12:00pm - Lunch.
2:00pm - Social.
4:00pm - Chores (if assigned). Otherwise, back to cells.
6:00pm - Dinner.
7:00pm - Social.
9:00pm - Back to cells.
I read the schedule over and over. The fact that this was now my life made me quiver. I no longer noticed that I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I no longer noticed that my wrists were burning from irritation. I no longer noticed the coldness in my small cell.
I was numb.
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short :) but im quite excited for this
