Wrong.

Chapter 3

"Let me see your arm." Jillian yanked my arm before I could answer making it sore.

"Ouch! Be carful." I said.

"Oh shut up." Jillian said while rolling her eyes. She toke my arm and put in through the cell. My arm barley slid through. No wonder she needed my arm, her arms our to fat.

"Grab the key on the right." I move to the right and feel around for anything. Soon I feel a set of cold keys. I pull them right off.

"Alright, good." Jillian said.

"What now?" I ask.

"We get out." I get excited chills sent up my spine. Get out? Already?!? Maybe there is hope for me. I watch Jillian unlock the door, how she concentrates. But in less than 2 secs, were out. I forgot to put my socks on, so my feet are freezing as they hit the cold tile. I look down at my outfit, sweatpants and a t-shit that says "I hate the world." Which is weird, I don't remember ever wearing this outfit. And if we're breaking out, I'm not gonna wear this.

"I'm gonna go change and get socks on. Cause I mean, if were running away, we will probably be our there for a long- " Jillian cuts me off.

"Woah, woah. Who said that were running away from here?"

"Um, you?" My eyebrow raises.

"No, you must have heard me wrong. We're not running away." My heart sinks.

"Then why did I just steal the keys?" I ask.

"Cause I told you,I'm showing you what this place is." Oh.

"Oh."

"Now come on." Jillian says while she walks down the hall way. I soon follow, but right away regret it. I see all of the people in there cells. Broken, beaten, and bruised. I run to catch up with Jillian, trying my best not to look at the weak people.

"Jillian-" Again she cuts me off.

"First off, call me Jill," Jill says." And second, whisper please." I didn't realize, but Jills voice had been in a whisper.

"Um ok, Jill," I start off, with a hushed tone, "what happened to these poor people?" I ask while looking at the weak people behind us, not making eye contact.

"We'll, lets just say, they weren't behaving." Jill said while her eyebrow raised. She turned back to whatever she was doing. I look over her shoulder to see a sign that reads "For the crazies." I look at Jill.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"Ok so, you say you don't remember anything from the night you were put in here?" Her voice has gotten firm and her face serious. Then I really look at her face, ocean blue eyes, a baby nose, small lips and bright blond hair. She's beautiful. Finally I answer,

"I remember very little." Jill's face hardens. Like she knows I'm lying. Even though I don't know if my memory is right or not.

"Ok well, lets just say you did something crazy. And it kinda got both of us in this place. You were asleep for the first couple of days, so I was here alone and-" I cut her off.

"Wait, but John said I was asleep for only 12 hours??"

"Nope. You were out for a good 4 days. Now let me finish," Jill says, " Ok so, I know you don't know this but I was your, best friend." As her words slip out, I look into her eyes. And all I can see is pain. I let her continue,

"And something happened that night that...." I know she couldn't continue, whatever it was, it was bad.

"It's ok Jill. You don't have to." I say. She looks at me. Her face gives a tiny smilie. We start to walk back, when Jill turns around.

"Wait, I didn't tell you what the place was called."

"Oh, who cares. Lets get some sleep." I start walking away, then soon hear her foot steps behind me. We skim past the broken people. Lock our cell, and straight bed.

"Goodnight, Jill," I say with a pleasing smilie. I soon drip into my dreams. When I hear I quite voice.

"Goodnight my Ang." Then I'm out.