Love Me Till I Die...

Love Me Till I Die...[chapter fifteen]

Hey everyone. I am so sorry i havn't uploaded in a long time. It actually makes me physically cringe when i think about how long it's been. I hope this chapter makes up for it. The reason i havn't uploaded is because i havn't found the time to write latley and i also had slight writers block on this chapter, i didn't really know what to write about from Oriana's P.O.V. But it's up now and i hope you like it. It was about 10 pages on word and i am pretty happy with the way it turned out so enjoy, comment, fan and vote :)

~LouiseB

Chapter fifteen

Oriana

It was Thursday 22nd September and I was preparing for my normal Thursday ritual. I slipped out of my bed covers and walked to my draws pulling out a change of clothes and heading into the bathroom. After changing quickly, brushing my teeth thoroughly and running a hand through my short hair, I paused to star at my reflection. I defiantly looked like the same person but I most certainly didn’t feel like her. I had settled in quickly to my new surroundings and met some really great new people. I seemed to be happy but a small voice in the back of my head was continuously nudging me telling me that this was not right. I had only been here in this place for twelve days, not even a full two weeks, and I was too comfortable. I knew I shouldn’t feel so happy or contented to be in this place at that scared me more than anything.

Sighing in frustration I walked out of the bathroom and collided with a sleepy Malone. “Humph” I groaned as her elbow jabbed sharply into my stomach. She gasp in surprise. “Oh Oriana I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were still here and you scared me” she explained quickly, her voice thick with sleep. I shook my head and grimaced slightly as I stood up straighter. “Nope it’s my fault I wasn’t concentrating on where I was going” I told her taking in a deep breath of air and releasing it as I stood up straight and smiled at her. She nodded before side stepping me and stepping onto the cold bathroom tiles. “I’ll just wash up and get dressed. Meet you in our spot?” she asked rubbing her hand across her sleepy face. I saluted her and nodded before walking out of the room and down the corridor towards the common room.

I walked into the nearly deserted room and looked around at the few sleepy people lounging around reading books and quietly talking with a friend. “Oriana” I heard my name being called and turned around to find Heath lounging on a couch with his arm stretched high in the air waving me over. I sighed audibly as I trudged over to the spot he was laying and took a seat in the chair opposite him. Something about him made me keep my guard up around him and I just didn’t know what.

Plopping down into the seat he chuckled softly. “What?” I asked slightly irritated. He laughed once more before looking at my with a piercing gaze. “It’s nice to see you too this morning” he smirked slyly. I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm and cockiness. A rumbling laugh erupted from his chest as he folded his hands under his head and stared up at the ceiling. “What are you laughing about?” I asked glaring at him and crossing my arms firmly over my chest. He glanced quickly in my direction before flicking his eyes back to the ceiling. “You” he said laughing again. I glared harder keeping my eyes firmly set on his smirking, know-it-all face. “And what about me do you find particularly amusing?” I asked roughly. His gaze landed on me again for a moment before shrugging and staring back at the very interesting spot on the ceiling above him. “Seems like someone rolled out the wrong side of the jail cell this morning” he laughed as I flinched away from the words jail cell.

“Don’t call it that” I seethed at him. He sat up on the edge of the couch and stared at me cocking his head to the side. “What a jail cell?” he asked and I flinched again nodding. “Face it Oriana that is what this place is. A jail and you sleep in a jail cell. They just mask it with calling this a mental asylum. Like they want to help us, they only really want to keep us away from the normal people. We live in a jail” he spat with anger dripping from his words. I met his eyes and noticed that they had turned cold and hard as his hands flexed in and out of fists.