Little Lady

Chapter 12

***"I understand, but you'll get to see him soon, only time will tell. And from the looks of it he sounds lovely," She smiled

"Yeah, he really is my sweetheart..."

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The next few days passed as a complete blur. I would wake up, shower, eat breakfast, go to therapy, eat lunch, talk with other patients(even though I didn't like to talk much to anyone there), eat dinner, go back to my room and try to fall asleep, although I just couldn't without being in Ed's arms. When I did manage to sleep it was horrifying. All through my slumbers I would have several different nightmares ranging anywhere from Dan beating me to Ed leaving me because "I wasn't good enough" and that he "didn't want a whore for a girlfriend". Those made me cry the most. I would wake up with cold sweats and tears dampening my pillow. The only way I could calm down was to look at the note that Ed left for me. His handwriting, knowing that he really meant what he wrote, just thinking of him laughing at a cheesy joke I used to try to get him to smile more, made me hopeful. Hopeful that one day I will be healthy, happy, and in his safe arms forever.

On the second day they had a routine room check to look for any prohibited items and then they took my phone away, saying it would distract me from focusing on getting better. Actually the only reason I had my phone was to talk to Ed, so they just made me helpless. I couldn't move on without his soothing words telling me that everything will be alright in the end. On the first night that's what helped me to try to sleep for at least a few hours, but now it's harder and harder to get on with everything, even sleeping.

At the therapy sessions I met Dr. Wright, who said he would be helping me for the rest of my time here. He was fairly older but still had life in him showing from the penguin like hair. In the beginning I was hesitant, only answering general questions like how old I was and if I was feeling okay. He asked if i wanted to talk about what my uncle did to me or where my parents were. I usually stayed quiet and just held back tears when i remembered my terrible past life. When he asked about Ed is when I lost it though, non-stop sobs followed by less sleep than I already didn't have. I was a mess. But the upside to all of this is that it's Tuesday now, and Ed can come and see me in 6 days, but even now it seems like ages away.

Today was the same as the past few except for when I sat alone in the community room during social/visiting hour another patient, a guy who looked like he was around my age came and sat next to me with a copy of Stephen King's 'It'. He had dark brown hair that covered half of his forehead and bursting blue eyes with little sparks of yellow surrounding his pupils that brightened his olive skin. He was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, and a grey sweater with blue patterns in the middle. He was deeply invested in his reading when I started hiccupping out of nowhere, causing me to snap out of my trance.

*hiccup* "Oh my god" *hiccup*

"Are you alright?" He asked, looking up from his book but still kept his fingers in place.

"Yeah I jus-" *hiccup* "have the" *hiccup*

"Hahah, it's okay I understand. Here," he stood up, leaving the novel facing down on the table and leading me over to the fountains. "Get some water and they should go away."

"Alrig-" *hiccup* "I'm so sor-" *hiccup* I tried to talk but he just pressed the button on the fountain and giggled softly to himself as I just kept blushing.

"My name's Jack, Jack Stonesette." The astonishing boy stated as he stood by waiting for me to finish my episode of embarassment.

"Amanda," I started but remembered i was trying to drink the cold, yet metalic tasting water, "Amanda Perron." I stated as i turned off the water and looked up to the dazzling blue eyes.

After the hiccups had subsided, we sat back down and he started asking about me, with amazement in his eyes even after a simple answer of "My favourite colour is a light lavenderish purple" or "No I've never been arrested".

"So, now that you know the basics what about you?"

32 answers to his 'basic' questions and about a million hiccups later, he offered to walk me back to my room.

"Well since we aren't strangers anymore, would you mind it if I asked you how you ended up here?" He asked confidently yet reserved, knowing that if i were to be taken back by his question and cockiness that he would lose, yet another chance at a new friend. 

"My uncle sold me, well my body, and i turned to drugs after a while and then i met my current boyfriend who sent me here." I stated blankly, barely recognizing how comfortable i was with my past.

"Oh," Jack seemed surprised but was not the slightest taken back at my answeres, as if he had heard everystory ever written, "I'm sorry, really, but you should give your boyfriend a little more credit for what he did for you, and your uncle sounds like a bastard anyways." 

"Thanks, and yeah i guess Ed did a good thing but i still don't like it here." I said, staring down at the moving tiles.

"I can fix that." Jack said excidedly with a shit grin before grabbing me by the arm and running towards a door marked 'AUTHORIZED PERSONEL ONLY'...

( It's short and it's shit, but sorry for the wait. If anyone wants to co-write PLEASE message me and we can talk. Don't be shy! I don't bite! Where do you think Jack is taking her? Also, do you think Jack will be her new love, or will they remain friends? Please keep reading to find out! :) )