Deceitful | Book 3

| T H I R T Y - T W O |

TERENY

I was sitting in a room, staring at the walls around me.

They've sent three people in this quiet square room to try and get me to talk and nothing. It was just like I had just stopped understanding things. My mouth was dry, but I couldn't find the words to ask for water. I was hungry, but my mouth wouldn't let me ask for food.

My body felt as if it were about to shutdown.

My eyes fell toward the doorknob and was locked there for what seemed like an eternity. I was thinking about trying to open the door again, but those people out there, they're smarter than that. They're not going to leave the door open for me to leave out of.

I wanted to cry, but I was all cried out. My tears were replaced with frustration. And it seemed like the more frustrated I got, the harder it was for me to comprehend. It was like my brain had gone on a vacation. It probably did.

Anxiously, I fiddled with my fingers to occupy myself. Rocking myself back and forth like a crazy person. Biting my lips as if I'd been on drugs for decades. And it felt like I have. I felt like a lot of things.

Some of my hair was disordered in my face and eyes, but I didn't care. I just wanted out of this place, but couldn't find the words to tell them that I wanted to leave.

The door had swung open, startling me out of my chair. The chair that I was sitting in had fell backwards and that scared me too. I jumped as if I'd seen a mouse and went into panic mode.

I ran towards the wide window as if it were open. I wanted to jump out.

"Mrs. Golden, please! Calm down!" The blonde haired lady with the thickest Russian accent I'd ever heard, wearing a suit had said to me. She'd come in here twice before holding onto a clipboard.

She held her hand out to me, but I wasn't letting her touch me. I didn't want anyone touching me. No one could touch me.

In my eyes, everyone wants to hurt me. Everyone is out to get me. No one can be trusted. Not anyone. Especially not this lady.

"Please." She said to me as she lifted up the chair that I was sitting in and placed on all fours.

She patted down on the seat for me to sit down, but I didn't have the understanding. I didn't want to sit down anymore.

"Mrs. Golden, can you please sit down?" She asked me as she walked over to the chair across the round table. I stared at her as if she were insane. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I am trying to help you."

I still continued to stare and stand against the window, wanting to fall out of it. I couldn't live like this everyday. Afraid of what's going to happen to me. Being afraid of a door opening and a chair falling. I can't live this way.

"Okay, then. You can stand." She smiled at me, but I still couldn't trust her. Not even that cricket toothed smile. "Mrs. Golden, we've sent two other people in here to have a talk with you and nothing. Dr. Khan has called your husband and he shall be returning to speak with you." She licked her index finger and flipped a page on her clipboard. "I'm not sure if you are comprehending, but I am going to talk with you anyway."

The room had gone quiet as she looked over the papers on the clipboard. And while she did all of that, I was still going to be standing. The door could swing open and Paci could be returning and I wouldn't know what to do.

"From what it says, dear, I am going to have to Baker Act you." She said as she flipped all of the pages back. "We've tried talking with you and from what the nurse explained, you seem suicidal. And because you won't talk to me, you're going to be an involuntary patient for seventy-two hours."