Beautifully Insane

Chapter Ten

    Even though I couldn't see the tip of my nose, I knew that my vision was starting to go haywire on me. My brain pounced against my skull as I saw little purple and green dots in my sight. I had to use the bathroom so bad, holding it became impossible. After a while the feeling would go away, but soon return. I felt like Death was going to check of his list at any second. I hadn't eaten anything in nearly three days. I haven't had anything to drink. I heard the door creak open. Heavy footsteps approached me. The light flickered on as I heard the string tap on the bulb. The blinding light burned my eyes, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut until they adjusted. I saw Aaron standing above me. My eyes widened. He extended his fragile hands to the bands the held mine down. Aaron held his fingers to his lips, "Shh."
"H-how, why?" I asked.
B-b-because I-I-I'm a hero. N-n-no o-o-one s-s-should be treated t-t-this way. I-I-I've c-c-come to rescue y-y-you."
Aaron helped me stand on my flimsy legs. "You're my hero," I kissed Aaron's cheek to thank him. Aaron guided me up the stairs and out into the hallway. "How long was I down there?"
"T-t-two d-d-days."
I was starving for more than three days? I asked myself. "Where is Mitch?"
Aaron shrugged.
I held onto the nearby wall. "You should go before anyone sees you helping me?" I suggested, not wanting to see Aaron getting into trouble not hurt.
"A-a-are y-y-you sure?"
I nodded with a smile and began walking along the wall heading to the cafeteria.
    I gazed around the room, holding  my stomach in my hands as I tiptoed into the cafeteria. I stumbled, but luckily I caught myself in time to put a foot forward. Arms quickly went around my body. I glanced up to see Philip. I released my breath and held onto Philip. "What on earth happened to you?"
I dug my face into Philip's shirt as tears began to escape my eyelids. Philip put his arms underneath my knees and my waist and picked me up. "Paige," Philip called my name with sorrow as I could feel Philip's fingers in between my ribs. I've always been skinny, but never skinny enough to see my bones without sucking in. "You're so light," Philip observed as his voice broke into a whisper. Philip placed me down in the closet seat he could find. "Stay here."
Philip came back with a bowl of Mac n' Cheese. I took a spoon and shoved giant spoonfuls of food into my mouth. After about five bites or so, I couldn't bare to take another bite. "What happened to you?" Philip asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I answered as my voice cracked.
"Try me."
I took a deep breath and told Philip what had been going on this past week besides what Dr. Rosario had done to me down in the basement. I wanted to tell Daly about that myself. Philip's eyes widened. He rubbed his mouth as he eyes narrowed in disbelief and anger. "Philip, you can't tell anyone in the asylum about this," I told him as the light bulb in my head  went off. "You think you could do something for me?"
"Anything."
"I need you to call the police station and ask for officer Chris Daly and then tell Daly everything I told you."
Philip nodded. He placed his hand on my shoulder after placing my hair behind my ear. "Go get washed up," Philip kindly ordered me as his eyes focused on the fading blister on the side of my head.
     After taking a quick, refreshing shower and releasing my bladder finally, it was time to see what kind of state the guards have left Mitch in. Passing the men's bathroom, I heard footsteps and sniffling as if someone had been done crying. I stood outside of the bathroom as I peaked inside seeing no occupying the bathroom. "Mitch?" I called out. "Are you in there?"
Heavy banging came from inside followed by a shout. It sounds like Mitch, Charlie observed.
Go in, Shelly advised me.
I've only been inside of a men's bathroom one other time when I was six-year-old because my Uncle Art thought I wouldn't be able to handle being in the ladies's room alone. I tiptoed my way inside the bathroom. The further I wondered, the more pronounced water falling from one of the shower heads became. "Mitch?" I repeated once more.
"Get out, get out, get out," Mitch whispered over and over again.
What have they done to him? I pondered as I could see Mitch from the space between the shower curtain and the wall. He faced the wall with his head resting against it. Mitch slowly started to hit his forehead against the wall. Every hit he made became harder than the last. I swiftly stepped into the shower and placed my hand against Mitch's forehead, allowing the water to slowly damp my clothes. Mitch gradually realized that his forehead wasn't feeling any new pain. Mitch stopped and looked up into my hand. He glared at me with wet, puffy, red eyes that were widened. This look made me uneasy, he had never looked at me this way. This look was cold, daring and violent. This was the look he gave his victims before he killed them. Mitch pushed me, making me stumble directly in the pouring water, getting my clothes soaked, "Get away from me!"
My heart shattered. "It's me Mitch. It's Paige," I explained wondering what the hell gotten into him.
Mitch placed his fingers firmly around my neck as he jostled me ruthlessly against the wall. I winced as my head bounced off of the wall. "Paige is dead!" Mitch shouted as he squeezed harder.
That's what they told him to make him this way. How do I get to realize that I am alive?
I slid my hand inside of his free hand. I held our palms together in in the air near our cheeks as it began to be difficult to breathe. I put his hand on top of his other hand. I wiped his tears away with my thumb as I cupped his cheek. "It's ok," I faintly ensured him.
Mitch stared at me as he blinked blankly as if his memory was trying to come back to him. I held our eye contact as I leaned forward to plant my lips gently onto his. Mitch's grip began to loosen as I pulled back. Mitch's hands moved up to my cheeks a he placed his forehead against mine. "I'm so sorry," Mitch wept calmly. I wrapped my arms around Mitch, holding him as I ran my fingers through his wet hair. Mitch brought his weight into his knees, bringing us down onto the shower floor, "They told me that you were dead."
I gently made Mitch look at me. "I'm not going anywhere."
Mitch's eyes teared up but wouldn't let them fall and roll down his cheeks. Mitch leaned in and rested his lips upon mine. While kissing back, Mitch pulled me into his lap, making me wrap myself around his bare body. Mitch tangled his fingers into my drenched hair as I could feel my heart racing as the kiss got deeper, more passionate. I dug my fingers into Mitch's shoulder as I could feel him getting aroused. Our lips parted as our tongues touched one another. Mitch lifted my shirt up and over my head. His perfect, white teeth bit into my neck hard. My neck tilted upwards while a half whisper sound of pleasure escaped my throat as I pressed my exposed breasts against his chest. I ran my hand down his muscular chest as I broke the kiss to lick the water from his neck up to his ear and nibbled on it. Mitch pressed his short nails into my spine and scratched to my sides and up my back. While my fingers past his belly button, I heard Mitch grunt my name. I dug my teeth into his shoulder and wrapped my hand around his shaft, making him gasps as he pulled on my hair. "Paige," Mitch called my name to get my attention. 
"Hmm?" I gave attention while biting on his bottom lip and pulling on it.
"They are transferring me to another asylum," Mitch confessed.
I froze as the blood through my veins started to run cold. I eyed him puzzled, "When?"
"Tomorrow morning," Mitch answered.
I pulled back as my heart dropped to my stomach. "But...What's going to hap—"
"Shh, shh, shh," Mitch politely cut me off as he placed his pointer finger against my lips before touching my cheek, "I'm not leaving without you. We are going to break out. We are going to need to be fast and quiet about this."
"When do you plan on doing this?" I asked.
"After this," Mitch smirked as he gently laid me down on my back while placing his hot tongue against my skin.