Devilish || Creepypasta story ||

15

I sit on my bed, my hair still wet. I reach underneath my bed and pull out my moms last letter to me. After she left me here, she sent me a letter every Sunday, but she stopped about 5 weeks after.

I shouldn't miss her, because she obviously doesn't miss me. She's probably on vacation right now having a great time, She's forgotten about me.

I walk over to the cubbies that are suppose to be my closet. At least I have the clothes they gave me, they're not cute but they're okay. I have a grey sweater, a plain pink tank top and what I have on is a black dress.

This dress has gone through so much with me. I had this on when I was taken into the ambulance and Into the emergency room. Then they made me change clothes but I'm really glad they gave it back to me.

I'm lost in my thoughts as I feel breathing on my neck, I turn around, "hi Jeffrey" I say feeling a bit claustrophobic from how close he is to me. "Hello Clarabelle" he says, his breathe is minty fresh, "did you just brush your teeth?" I ask as I walk over and sit on my bed, him following.

"Yep" he replies, "we're ready to take you out of here, we will be leaving very soon". My heart skips a couple beats and happiness fills my soul. With the happiest smile on my face I say " oh my god thank you so much I can't wait, I'm so happy".

I can't stop smiling. Finally, I can leave this place. I didn't need to be here in the first place. It's only the doctors and therapists fault for not being able to help me. I realize Jeffrey's looking around like something awkward.

"When will we go?" I ask, a few seconds later he replies, "tonight. I will leave but then I will come back with a backpack for you to carry your things in". "Okay" i reply with a sigh, now that I know I can leave I don't want to wait, it's only 5:00 pm, it gets dark around 7:00.

After Jeffrey has left I get my things ready, "Clarabelle" I hear a voice say from my doorway, "are you packing?" I look up to see Derrick walking over to me, his arms are crossed, "I'm re-organizing" I say. I regret lying to him but I can't tell him what's going on he'd think I'm crazy and he'd surely tell the Doctor.

"We're having Rec therapy group, you should join them" he tells me. I decide to join them and say my goodbye to Nicole, knowing she doesn't care enough to tell anyone.
I can't wait to leave.