The Girl in the Asylum

Chapter 5: Steamed up glass

"Come here a sec-" I said and quickly stopped saying when I realised, shit...she's gone. I turned on my heels and looked at the door; locked, just as I left it. Now she's locked out and I I'm not allowed to leave the room when on duty (24 bloody hours)...

"Crap, you can't even look after a teenager. You're such an idiot?!"

I kept thinking the worst. My expectations were never really high anyway. I closed what was left of the curtain because I know she likes a dark room. I was sorting out her pillows on her bed, not that she ever uses it, and I saw something shiny on the floor. It was just a sharp piece of plastic really. Over coming an addiction and then being faced with it for too long, you just want to give in...

Just once. Remember last time Rebecca? Yeah it was fun wasn't it? Of course it was. You love the pain of it Beccs, you can never deny it. Counselling can never stop the feelings for a nice sharp piece of plastic...
Stop stop stop stop.
I gave in. I told myself only five but they were the deepest five I've ever done. God, I missed the feeling!
I soon regretted it as I sat there feeling my pulsating wrist under my tight grip as I tried to stop the flow...then darkness
I was awoken not to much longer afterwards. It was still cold and my arm was already starting to scab. I sat and looked out of the window minding my own business...shit she's still gone.
I grabbed my coat and was ready to leave then I heard something. Something that made my heart sink to the bottom of my chest; a scream. Not any scream, her scream. I wasn't used to the sound of her voice, apart from last night, but I just knew it was her. I ran to the door and stumbled to get my keys, they were gone.
Of course they were, because my situation wasn't bad enough already.