Layla's POV (Finally!)
I'm so tired of the drama certain people *cough* Esme... *cough* are bringing me into. Seriously. I'm definitely dramatic some days, but holy shit. This girl is killing me. Yeah yeah, you did heroin. If you were smart, you wouldn't have done that. What did she expect me to say? Yeah, I completely understand, I'm a nicotine. But heroin is worse than nicotine.
Also, I miss Cali!! She's been gone for so long, and I absolutely hate it. Esme and I get along, but I'm way closer to Cali and Joey, and she knows it. Speaking of Joey, he's been so busy with his new boyfriend lately, he's barely even spoken to me! But I gotta say, his new man is H-O-T, I can understand why he's paying attention to him. I would too, he is one attractive piece of----
"Layla wake up." One of the nurses yelled into my room.
Kill her.
Not today voices. Nope.
Kill her.
I said no. And it's weird when you're repetitive, just so you know.
"LAYLA I SAID GET UP." She yelled again.
God, bitchy much? "Dude, I'm sorry that you're on your period, but don't take it out on me. I'm getting up, go scream at someone else." I answered, trying to find something to throw at the door. Nothing.
She hit the door, angrily, "What did you say to me, you psycho? Go fuck yourself, freak."
Freak.
Freak.
Freak.
Freak.
Freak.
Freak.
Shut up, assholes. I told you, being repetitive is weird.
Freak.
Freak.
Freak.
Freak.
Freak....
Flashback~~~
"Um... class? Today we have a new student. Layla, will you please stand up and tell us about yourself?" My third grade teacher asked, smiling at me.
I grinned, "Sure!" I stood up and walked to the front of the room. "Hi everyone! I'm Layla Jennings. I just moved here from Seattle and....." then the voices started talking to me
Tell them why you're here.
I smiled, "No silly, that's none of their business!"
"Who are you talking to?" Someone in the back asked.
"Oh, my friends. They're talking to me in my head." I explained. Little 8 year old me didn't know that you're not supposed to talk about the voices in your head. Everyone knows, you're supposed to ignore them, right? Wrong. Most people don't have voices in your head.
The whole class erupted in laughter.
"What a freak!" Someone yelled, crying from laughter.
"Yeah, she's a freak!"
"Freak! Freak! Freak! Freak! Freak!" They cheered.
I ran back to my seat, and hid my face on the desk.
I was a freak. And everyone knew it.
End of flashback~~
I sighed, and pushed myself off of the bed and walked out of the door.
"Look who finally decided to get up! Now what exactly did you say to me?" The meanest nurse in the whole asylum asked, pretending to be sweet.
"I said that you're on your period and you're taking it out on me. Did I stutter, bitch?" K, maybe not the best choice of words, but at least it got the point across.
Then, she slapped me. Hard.
Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.
You don't have to tell me twice.
I punched her as hard as I could, square in the face. Then, I pushed her into one of the cleaning carts and and fell on the concrete. Oops. My mistake. Nah.
I started kicking her in the ribs and she groaned it pain. "I'M. NOT. A. FREAK. I'M. NOT. A FREAK. I'M. NOT. A. FREAK." I screamed.
"LAYLA STOP IT!" Someone yelled, and they grabbed me from behind.
I tried to fight back, kicking the person's legs and kneecaps. "I'M NOT A FREAK, I'M NOT A FREAK..." I screamed as loud as I could. The person holding me turned me around.
It was Joey. He hugged me until I stopped struggling, "I know you're not, Layla. You're not a freak."
My eyes began to fill up, and I collapsed on the floor. "I'm not a freak... I'm not a freak.. I'm not a freak.." I whispered through the tears.
The nurses practically dragged me back into my room, and I just laid there on the floor, barely moving.
"I'm a freak..." I whimpered.
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LAYLA'S POV IS BACKKKK! Sorry, I was so excited, I love writing in her point of view. Anyway, what did you guys think of this chapter? Good? Bad? Amazing? Awful? Tell me in the comments! Thanks for reading!
♡♡Christal
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