Dark night of the soul

Chapter 148

*unknown POV*
I sit there reading the news paper, biting my finger nails.

How could she not mention me? I loved her. I loved her and she left me. We had been through so much together and she just went back to that BITCH that put her in here in the first place, how could she? Knowing that somebody was trying to get rid of her because she was a burden on them.

We were the perfect match. Both corrupted but there was still love there, I could feel it when she looked at me, when she hugged me goodbye, when she helped me through the tough times... and when she kissed me, ever so sweetly. Her love, it's nothing like I've ever known before, it's addictive, she leaves you wanting more, needing the full dose.

I take the news paper and make my way to Rita's office. I knew that the nurses would never let my handle a pair of scissors, so I'd just have to ask Rita to do it for me.

I walk into her room, Madeline was in there. Urgh. That bitch.

"Get outta here" I point my finger at her and she flinches, scurrying past me.

"Auburn, there was no need for that was there?" Rita tuts.

I shrug my shoulders and hand her the page I want cutting.

"Can you please cut out those pictures?"

"Of Sarah? Auburn you need to stop... ever since she left you've been obsessed. If I do this, I don't want another incident like the other day, you here me?" She warns and I nod eagerly.

*flashback*
The male nurses run over to me, prying the scissors from my hands. "NO IM GOING TO KILL HER" I shout at them. A pair of arms was wrapped around me, holding my arms to my waist. I try to struggle but it's not use.
"GET OFF OF ME" I cry.

"What the hell is going on here?" I hear from behind us, it's Rita.

"I'm not too sure miss, patient 2289 is rambling about killing her soul mates wife or something" the man holding me grumbles.

The next thing I know I feel a sharp pinch in my neck, my energy levels decrease and I'm slowly drifting out of consciousness.

*flashback over*
I happily skip to my room, holding my pictures. Once I'm in my room, I begin to find an empty space to fill. It takes me a while considering the majority of my room is covered in her pictures. Her side of the room is still the way she left it months back, her slippers neatly placed under the bed and her nightgown folded at the foot of the bed. Perfect.

I take out my notepad and begin to write a letter. Once I'm finished I slip it into an envelope and write down the address. I stroll out of my room and hand it in at the reception.

I get back to my room and lie down on my bed, holding a framed photo of us both.

Sadness is inevitable but it's also only temporary. I'm going to get better Sarah, and when I get out of here you're first on my list.