Having Second Thoughts

Chapter Six

Kylee wakes up, but not on a road or in an ambulance. But in the institution, on her rock hard bed staring at the ceiling.

You tried to escape, I was proud of you for a moment until a guard tackled you and put you back in here. You passed out, weakling.

Kylee grabs her leg, expecting pain. But there isn't any, not even a scratch is imprinted in her skin, no scars, nothing. She grabs her head in frustration and brings her legs close to her face. She starts rocking back and forth, sobbing. She hears a knock on the door, she doesn't react to it.

"Kylee, I need you to go into the corner." It's the man again, bringing food.

"No need to bring me food, mister. I don't eat it anyways." She says. It's the truth, she doesn't eat thanks to Ron.

"I think you should just go into the corner so I can do my job." He doesn't want to put up a fight with her. She does as told and goes to the corner. She sits facing the corner, as he opened the door and put the tray on the floor. "Eat up." He says then leaves the room.

She doesn't turn around, she just sits in her corner. "Maybe if I smack my head hard enough against the wall, repeatedly, I'll die." She says quietly. Kylee leans her head against the wall, and cries. She leans back and forth gently letting her head touch the wall, then recede. Kylee starts to hit her head harder against the wall, she doesn't make a peep, and no tears. She feels the blood drip from her forehead to her nose, then rolling off her chin onto her pants. A minute later she stops and faints. Once again she lays on the floor, helpless.

As the guards makes his rounds through the halls, he notifies how quite her room is. Usually she is screaming or talking to Ron, he steps closer to the door and puts his ear up against it. The cold metal touching his ear makes him shiver, "Kylee? You in there." He knocks repeatedly on the door. He swears under his breath and opens the door to only see Kylee laying in a pool of blood. He calls his coworkers into the room, one of them calls a doctor, the others prop her up against a wall to try to get her to wake up.

"Checking for a pulse." One man says.

"Kylee, wake up. Snap out of it." A woman says.

"There is a pulse. Get cold water."

"Got it." A man says, he hands over the water and the other man pours it onto Kylee. She shivers.

"Patient is waking up, stay back." A woman demands.

Kylee opens her eyes and gasps for air, but then falls back onto the floor.

"Stay back it could be a trap. I said stay back!" A woman screams at her coworker. He doesn't listen and comes up by Kylee anyways. He checks for a pulse to see that there isn't one. She's stone cold, and turning blue.

"She's not breathing. What do we do?"

"Leave her be, just let her go." Everyone turns around to see who said this horrible thing. They all squint their eyes, not recognizing who he is.

"And you are?" The woman asks.

"My name is Ron, I'm new here." There is immediate silence after he says that, everyone has that look of confusion on their faces. Ron takes notice and says, "okay I know I have a pretty face, so stop staring." He smirks.

"Leave now. I dont know who you are so leave." The woman points her finger at the door and locks eyes with Ron.

"So many people always want me to leave," he turns and looks at Kylee. "Isn't that right sweetie?" He chuckles and leaves the room as asked. He stands in the doorframe and says "I'll be back for you." Under his breath.

"Who was that?" A man asks.

"I don't know, but we need to help this poor kid." The woman responds as she waves to her coworkers telling them to come closer.

They assist Kylee for over fifteen minutes and she is showing no signs of life. She hasn't had a pulse this whole time and everyone starts giving up on her.

"Guys, she's gone. We can't keep doing this." The woman says while slowly backing away from the limp body.

"Are you sure we can't do anything else to help?" A man asks.

"We've been at it for a while, it was all up to her. Whether she wanted to live or die. She chose one path and stuck to it I guess.