'Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away." -Stockholm Syndrome
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H A R R Y
I certainly cannot get to wait until I get out of this hellhole.
I can figure Ash is too.
Goddamit Harry. Stop thinking about her. She is manipulative.
"Hey Harry. Your on lunch duty today." Luke said on the other side of the bench as he was scanning through the schedules.
I let out a big groan then stood up from my seat.
"Oh come on Harry. It couldnt be that bad. Cheer up." He looked up and leaned on the desk.
I rolled my eyes at him and replied sassily.
"How can I possibly cheer up when shes here?" I put emphasis on the shes.
He chuckled and said that I better go and get the food cart.
The food cart is this special cart where they put the food trays according to their room numbers. Its kind of a big cart, so my strength will be tested in this.
I rolled the cart to the first floor and gave the first tray to the small window beside the door.
Some of them dont mind at all. Some, they take it. Others will try and communicate but I try and brush them off.
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1 hour later
I was exhausted and starving.
But at the least, this went on faster and better than what I expected.
Why? Well when I first started here, they would constantly grab my hand or try and talk. But I was young and naive before. I learn when the time passed.
The windows however become more secured and guarded the higher the floor. From open windows to caged metal ones. To be safe of course.
Okay. Thats was the last of the 3rd floor.
Next up, the devils nest. I let out a sigh and pushed the cart into the elevator and pressed the 4th floor button.
I tapped my fingers on the cart impatiently and nervously.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened.
There she was. She was on the top railings doing some acrobats I see.
She opened her eyes slowly and her devious smirk made their way into her pink lips.
I cleared my throat and pushed the cart a bit near her cage-like prison.
"Well hello there, Curly." She said through the metal railings.
She is plainly crazy.
I put down the tray and looked back at her.
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