Sitting in my small empty room I stare at the beaten down shelf that had hundreds of words written with pen. Thinking to myself is bad for me the doctors say, they think it triggers my voices... The thing is, that my voices come from them. I hate them. Just thinking about them makes my stomach coil like an anaconda killing its prey. They thing they can tell me how to feel and how to act just because I'm in their property but no- Snapping out of my thoughts I realize I was promised to go home in 3 days, which I guess I'm okay with even though I love with my grandparents. I groan as I get out of the hard bed, my feet tingle as they hit the tile floor. with caution I tip toe down the long hallway to the small kitchen that has a bunch of crappy junk food. Peaking around the corner I freeze as I see one of the doctors named Bob pick up his stuff to get ready to leave. I Can't believe they actually leave us all alone for about 30 minutes until another stubborn Doctor arrives. As I peak again I see Bobs back turned to me as he wobbles out the exit doors and into the main hallway. Mumbling words of victory I quietly make my way to the cupboard with chips, cookies, animal crackers and other shitty food. I slowly take 1 of each and carefully stuck them in the waistband of my yoga pants. The other patients think I'm dumb for sneaking out in the middle of the night because being a "good girl" gets you out of this hell whole a lot quicker but honestly they don't know the way around here like I do. I've been in and out of this place the past 3 years so I obviously know the tiny secrets to everything. Anyways all the people here are asses... Well then again I'm not very good with people... But still thy give me dirty looks and they don't even know me. Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted as I see one of the other patients walk out of the big wooden door. Our eyes meet as we wait for one of us to talk first.
"Umm.. What are you doing out here this late at night?" I blink twice shocked by the annoyance in her squeaky voice. I cock and eyebrow and smirk at the young blonde girl,
"I would ask the same for you." Managing a small laugh. She rolls her eyes as if she is annoyed but it's clear that she is embarrassed by the slight blush appearing from her cheeks. Our eyes stay connected as the girl walks past me grabbing a small plastic cup knocking the other ones down.
"Water." She says blankly firmly holding the cup under the fosit. While she's caught up thinking about what else to say I notice her cup starting to overflow.
"Water." I say grimly looking at the spilling water quickly then raising my brows at her. She looks startled as she pulls away from the sink cussing under her breathe. I laugh and turn on my heal leading myself back to my room.
"Bitch." The blonde mumbles thinking I wouldn't hear.
"Tell me something I don't know" I say facing forward while smirking in victory.
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Last Hope
Teen FictionThey said I would get better... They said I would be back to normal... They said that they'll let me free... But they lied...