Hell's Asylum

Safe

     Thinking about the night I was taken made me remember all the events. My eyes began to tear up as I stood in my room staring at the ceiling. Celeste pulled me into a hug, she had been through just as much as I have. "You girls okay?" My mom's voice was still shaky. I looked into the door way to see her standing awkwardly holding her elbows as if she was cold. Her eyes were much less red now. I nodded. "Miss Young? Would it be okay if I stay here for a while, my family doesn't exactly care for me and i'm worried about Summer." Celeste moved out of the hug and faced my mom. My mom looked at me with her big green eyes. "Yes, I will drive you home so you can get some clothes and anything else you need." She turned to the right and headed back upstairs. "I'll start the car." She called as she opened the door. "I'll be right back" Celeste gave me a quick hug and ran after my mom.  Great, I am alone. I hesitantly sat on my bed. It was much softer than the ones I was used to at this point. I looked around my room as I ran my hand over the blanket. I had a large mirror, hats, several paintings and pictures hanging up along with an arrowhead clock I made once. I also had my dress, desk, bookshelf, and bed of course. I also had an Xbox and TV of my own. I felt a little better about my room when I noticed my dad had installed extra locks and one camera. I now had an extra lock on my window and one lock on my door. God just the thought about something without a lock now petrified me.

     I gently rested my head on my pillow and awkwardly pulled my legs onto my bed. It just doesn't feel right. I stared at the texture on my ceiling for who knows how long before I heard the side door open. I had the urge to shut my door, but I knew it was Celeste and my mom because I heard their voices. I'm fine, I don't need to freak out. "What on earth are you doing?" Celeste was in my room now. I sat up and looked at her. She didn't bring much, just her book bag, a dufflebag of clothes and her cuddle pillow. I shrugged to answer her question. "It's going to be hard going back to school." I made an annoyed face. The good thing about me is I have mastered facial expressions, despite having a voice before. I shivered at the thought of losing my voice. The recovery from this shit was going to be a hell of a ride. She set her stuff at the end of my bed, which was right in front of my closet. I saw a large pink thing being shoved through my doorway. An extra mattress. My mom, who had been shoving the thing in, finally got it through and set it by my bed, making my room much smaller. "Here you go. Rob is making dinner, it'll be ready soon." Her voice shook much less now. I hated when her voice was shaky, or when she cried. "Thank you miss Young." Celeste said as my mom left. She came and sat on the bed next to me. "School is going to be a shit show." Is all she said. She was right though, I can't talk so it will be a shit show. "Cards?" She grabbed a deck of cards off my bookshelf. I always loved a good game of speed. We sat on the extra mattress and played speed until dinner.

     For dinner we had mac and cheese along with some salad. My family loved mac and cheese, and they added extra cheese. Celeste and I both had a small panic when we saw it so we stuck to salad. We ate at the table while my family ate in our living room to watch a movie. Celeste and I weren't interested in movies. We went downstairs to my room after dinner, my throat hurt a bit but not as bad as I thought. We turned on some music when we got downstairs. I didn't really feel like doing much so we just played cards for a while. It was only five when we ate dinner so we played cards and listened to music. Celeste, having her voice, sang along to a lot of the songs, I just mouthed along. Finally after so long, I felt normal, safe, even happy. Despite what had happened I felt perfectly normal. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I hate to say it, but I couldn't wait to get back to school, to feel like a normal teenager again. We played games and played our music until about nine. Then it was time to sleep, which we had both been dreading but we were still rather exhausted. I left the music on and just turned it down. Because I was both worried and scared I left my closet light on over night. To my unhappiness, all I could hear while I slept was the stupid recording, despite the music my brain was so used to listening to that stupid recording all night I couldn't hear anything else.

Author's Note: There will be a book 2 to this. It will come out soon, so if you like this book be on the lookout.