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VIII

"We'll have fun with her, won't we Elizabeth?"
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I thought about what I overheard the nurse say.

Elizabeth was my mom's name. What does she have to do with this? Were they going to hurt me?

I pushed these thoughts far out of my head. My mom would never hurt me, she loves me. There has to be someone else named Elizabeth in the office...

I started to panic. It was the only thing my brain could think of. I paced and paced and hit my fists on the door until they left trails of blood on it. The scent made me nauseated, but that was the least of my problems right now.

I kept punching and punching, more blood spurting out of my knuckles with each punch full of rage. Until, I heard footsteps.

Please be someone who can help me, I thought. My lip was quivering now and my hands felt numb. I barely felt it as I launched one last last punch against the locked door.

"Melia, are you in there?" a voice which belonged to a male whispered.

He obviously didn't want anyone else to hear, so I made sure my response was whispered. Maybe he was coming to save me.

"Please help me." was all I had to whisper and he busted down the door.

It was him.

He grabbed me by my throbbing wrist and tried to pull me off the ground.

The moment he touched me, my world was turned back into the beautiful place it was meant to be. Filled with colours and beauty. I never thought I'd see this boy again. I was so glad I did, but... why was he here? More importantly, why was he saving me, the insane nobody?

Still in shock from the blinding colours surrounding me, he tried to pull me off the ground. I was disoriented and still stiff and he wasn't able to get me off the ground.

I snapped back into reality; a much prettier one at that, now that he was with me. I wasn't going to let him or the colours leave me, ever again.

"We have to go. Now." His voice was stern and I knew he meant business.

I allowed him to drag me through the hallways, never wanting him to let go. I tried to intake as much of the colours as I could, but we were running so fast that it was almost impossible.

My legs were beginning to give out. They were still bruised from John...

The memory of him hurting me slightly slipped up from the back of my mind, but I pushed it aside. I didn't have time for overthinking right now.

I collapsed. I simply couldn't keep going. What were we even running from?

The pale, blue eyed boy cursed, but then realized he had to help me up and did so. He touched me again just before the colours went away.

Unexpectedly, he swooped me up from the ground as if we were in a movie. I embraced the moment and looked at his beautiful eyes. I finally got to see them in full, beautiful colour. His lips were perfectly rounded and a cherry blossom pink. And oh so kissable. For once I let my mind do as it pleased and thought about how beautiful he was. His jawline was sharper than a knife. I stared at it, then, without even thinking I dragged my jagged nail across it.

"What are you doing?" He asked, furrowing his dark, perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"Admiring you."

What was I doing? I don't know who this man was. Whether he was saving me or not, I knew he was bad news. He was in a mental hospital, after all, and it wasn't hard to notice his gang tattoos. There was just something about him, other than how he changes my entire world and makes me see colours, that I just couldn't get enough of. Maybe it was his charming smile or his rough voice. Whatever it was, I was truly fixated on this boy.

I've always been shy and have never even been on a date before and can't ever talk to boys, nevermind trace their jawline. The feelings that this boy made me feel, though, had me confused and stirred up like never before.

He completely ignored my statement, other than a bug-eyed look, and kept running with me in his arms. I felt so free; so alive. My entire life I was terrified of living, terrified of feeling free.

But in this moment with this gorgeous boy, I didn't care where we were going. I could see colour and I was safe, that's all that mattered to me. I didn't care what we were running from because although he has been rude to me each time we've seen each other, I just had this gut reaction that he would protect me; forever.