sunny // hs

chapter three

i heard birds as i opened my eyes and it sounded unfamiliar. i never hear birds. i try to recall what happened before i fell asleep but i can't just yet. my head felt groggy and i could feel sleep in the corner of my eyes as i opened them. white sunlight was all i could see so i sat up to let my eyes adjust to the light. i was in my room and fern sat in a chair at the end of my bed, she was reading a book but she moves her eyes up to meet mine.

'sunny.' she breathed out a sigh of relief. 'how are you feeling?'

i frown. 'fine, my head hurts.'

she nods. 'do you remember what happened?'

no? what happened, what happened. i look around the room, it looked the same. that was until i looked to that desk and her face popped into my mind.

'raiya.' i nodded. ' i remember what happened.' the nurse who tranquilized me and the other nurse who looked way to young and inexperienced to be here.

'is that who you saw?' fern asked and i nodded in response. she began to speak but i cut her off.

'who is the nurse?' i swallowed. 'the one that- um.' i motion to my arm.

'what?' fern tilited her head to the side.

'tranquilised me?'

fern blinked a couple of times. 'you weren't tranquilised sunny, you passed out. harry found you in here and then you vomited. marina was here when you collapsed. we think it was shock, darling.'

the words were confusing and seemed wrong but i shook it off as i felt too tired to even think that hard. 'no, fern. you have to believe me-' i laugh and sit back in my bed. 'i can't believe this.' fern doesn't answer and i frown at her.

'what time is it?'

fern sighs and looks at me. they always hesitate to tell us the time. it increases some peoples insanity they say. 'nearly six.' i nod. 'dinner is in a few minutes, want me to walk you?'

i roll my eyes. the thoughts of being in the dinner hall makes my tummy turn. 'no, i can walk myself.' i look down at my clothes and see i'm dressed in the pale blue hospital gown. i look back at fern. 'seriously?'

'they had to run some tests.' she shrugged and stood up. 'have a nice dinner, get dressed- you can choose your own outfit today.' she smiles.

i wave my arms around in false excitement 'woo.'

she leaves and i move to my wardrobe. i run my fingers over the clothes hanging in front of me. they smelt of sweet washing powder. i got to bring my clothes from home. i packed a suitcase filled with clothes and some skincare and makeup and stuff i could actually keep ahold of from home. the security guards at the front door of the instituition dug through the suitcase and took a couple of things out like a pair of golden hoops and a necklace that had a pendant hanging from the chain. i put on a pair of baggy jeans and pale pink top that had a white rim around the sleeves.

i walked the halls nurses and patients passing me by, i kept my head down avoiding any interaction with anybody i knew. i clutched a book i had been reading for not more than a week now. not only did i have to dread this, but classes that started again tomorrow. i only had one class cause i think nine classes a day wouldn't go down so well with teens with a mental disorder.

i pushed the doors open and instantly moved to the back of the short line to the canteen. i looked around to see if will was here but i couldn't see him. the blonde nurse alexandria stared me down as i walked past her and i wondered why. i met her eyes and she waited a couple of moments before smiling sweetly. i looked away before she took the smile off her face.

the lady behind the canteen smiled and asked how i was as she dropped some food onto my plate. the food wasn't bad here, nope it wasn't your cliché shitty imprisonment slop. they had some chef here making food for us and i couldn't lie to you saying its bad food. i walked to where i usually sat and dropped the tray. i sat alone at my table and stared at the food pushing some around with my fork.

my heart wrenched at the thought of another four years in here. in complete isolation, nobody speaks to me. I've had one one on one conversation with another person in here other than a nurse and that was will. i feel like I'm too sane to be in here.

'not hungry?' the nurse harry looked over me fiddling with his jumper. *gif*

i stare at him. 'leave me alone.' i mumble. he looks taken aback and he swallows nervously before pulling the chair out in front of me and sitting in it.

'how are you feeling today?' he speaks. i stare at him, his eyes move nervously back and forth to me, why is he so nervous?

'is there not a rule if patients tell the nurse to go away they have to?' i glare at him.

'do you want me to go?' he tilts his head to side. i look at him, and realise that i'm not going to have a conversation with someone even near my age today if i don't talk to him.

i pout. 'i'm doing fine. you could've helped me out yesterday.'

'helped you out?' he says. 'i- i did. well i was trying to until marina came along, i was going to bring you to get help beyond my capability but-'

'no i mean, she tranquilised me. i was fine.'

'you collapsed sunny?' he says confused.

'that's what they told you aswell.' i laugh. 'of course.'

'sunny- well i wasn't there but when i came back marina was calling help and stuff to bring you to the doctors.'

i stare at him. 'maybe i'm going crazy.'

he laughs. 'maybe you are.'

our eyes lock for a moment and i look away nearly immediately. what the hell, what the hell what the hell what the hell

he's a nurse, i need to stop talking to him now.

i was about to get up when he grabbed my book and read out the cover. 'the great gatsby- f scott fitzgerald.'

i nod. 'yeah, i'm only like five chapters in. its kind of boring, especially when its the only thing that's occupying me in here.'

'boring?' he beams. 'no way. no way. i'm not letting you insult such a classic.' he shakes his head with a small smile.

'i know its a classic but I've read better.' i roll my eyes.

'like what? it sells more than half a million copies a year!'

i laugh. 'i don't know, lolita-vladimir nabokov, um' i think for a moment. 'sister carrie-theodore dreiser! did you read that?' i gush.

'lolita was okay.' he shrugged with a meh look on his face. 'sister carrie.. okay yeah it was good.' he rolled his eyes.

i laugh. 'you're a book nerd then?' i ask and look at his white name tag that reads Harry.

'you could say that.' he smiles. 'i could bring you some more books from home, i have a couple that i don't think you could find in here?'

i gaze at him in awe. it felt so weird because he was talking to me like i was an actual person not a patient. i watch as his face dropped.

'or would that be weird? sorry, yeah it-'

'no, no. i would like that.' i shrug.

'okay.' he smiles. he gets up and walks away, back to where the nurses sit and watch. i play with my foo before some in my mouth and chewing slowly. i don't understand why he's trying so hard to speak to a mental patient, i'm going to blame it on kindness.

when i looked up he was staring at me.

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