•Chapter 29•
"Sarah!" Nathan appeared at my side. "Are you alright?" He asked.
My mind was blank, I couldn't think properly. Was I going crazy? No. I couldn't be.
"Sarah?" He asked again.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I slowly replied. My features showed no emotion.
"Why don't you take her home? I'll email her parents and her next teachers about the incident." The secretary explained.
"Alright. Thank you." Nathan smiled at the woman. He pulled out the front doors and brought me to his car. "Sarah? What happened?" He asked.
"I don't want to talk about it right now." I mumbled softly.
The small event replayed in my mind over and over. Why did he have to come back after I finally got away from the torture?
***
*After school, at Nathan's*
Jesy and Bethany rushed into the living room. "Are you alright?" Bethany blurted.
I slowly nodded, keeping my gaze on the white carpet below the couch. My knees were curled up to my chest and my arms were wrapped around them.
"She's been there that way for the past couple of hours since we left." Nathan mumbled. He was pacing around the living room. His fingers filed through his black hair in frustration.
"I saw him..." I whispered. If his plan was to break me.. He won.
"Who? Harry?" Jesy asked.
"Don't say his name!" I bursted.
She jumped back. "Sorry, but what do you mean, you saw him?"
"Did you see him, Nathan?" I looked over to him.
"No, Sarah. I didn't." He mumbled. He sat down next to me.
"Then he's entered my thoughts." I mumbled.
That's correct, love.
His voice rang through my ears. What was going on with me?
***
Nathan was already asleep, I haven't been able to sleep since what happened earlier. I didn't change either.
I slid from the duvet, getting on my shoes. It was twelve-thirty, so they should still be accepting check ins. I walked out of the apartment.
***
"Hello, dear. How may I help you?" The woman at the front desk smiled up at me.
"Are you still accepting check ins?" I asked.
"Yes we are. Are you checking in?" She asked, getting ready to type out the information.
"Yes." I replied.
"Alright. I'll need your name, date of birth, and why you are here."
"My name is Devin Hastings, I was born February 28th. I'm currently 16." I replied. Of course I was lying about my name. I didn't want anyone to find me.
"Alright. I need to know why you are here." She looked back up at me for my answer.
***
I was finally in a place I could call home. I was free from any danger. I was allowed to do whatever I was allowed to when I was alone in my room.
I was changed into the hospital gown, and brought down to the check in room for further inspection on my case.
"I'm hearing voices, his voice. I'm seeing him when he's not really there." I mumbled.
"Take Ms. Hastings to her room, please?" I was pulled through the double doors of the inspection wing.
I was then brought to my room. I sat down on the bed, my fingers softly drumming on my knee.
I could finally disappear and be happy with myself. The Mental Institution.
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*Ginny*
