Resisting Sanity

Chapter 5: "The thrill."

Chapter 5: "The thrill."

"You left me here for five weeks, mother.. And what for? - you still believe that I tried to kill myself!" I shouted angrily, pacing the small closed off room on the west wing of the hospital. My mother's eyes hardened in frustration.

"Anyone else would've thought the same!" She argued back. The blow almost knocked me off my feet. Will she ever learn? Accusing me of doing something like this hurt bad. I was already broken, and she was snatching away my emotions and feelings with two thriving hands, aiming to cut deep to my very core.

Resisting the urge to let out the sob crawling at my throat, I merely let out an exhausted sound, my eyes closing shut for only a second before focusing my vision solely on her face. I watched as she tensed up, not once allowing herself to maybe feel a little sympathy for me or at least trust me. "Look, I'll be in France for three weeks. I am going to give you the house key and I want you to focus on school. Do I make myself clear?"

"As clear as the sky." I replied, gazing out of the skyscraper windows. The sky was not clear at all, instead it was a cloudy grey.

I begged the nurse to keep me in just for a few more days, but she turned me down.. She said there was hardly any room and the corridors were beginning to fill up with sick and ill patients. I suddenly felt extremely selfish and stupid for staying in as along as I did. Sure, I had no where to go except my mothers house which was not an option in my mind - but I should've found somewhere.

Trevor had left two days ago. I know what you're thinking. Where?

I don't know where Trevor went.. - all I know is that wherever he went the nurses at the ward were well aware of the reason. No matter how much I nagged and begged and screamed they would not budge.

All of them just kept repeating the same old "I'm sorry, we can't release that kind of information. It's confidential.." Blah blah blah.

I just found it very odd at two o'clock in the morning where there was no consistent prodding on my shoulder or a husky whisper in my ear. It was pretty annoying when he did it before but now I find myself waking up in the middle of the night or the early hours of the morning just because I expected to be woken up at that time.

"I'm ready to be discharged, Sarah." I informed the nurse that I had learnt the name of. Sarah gave me a small nod before leaving to sign my name off. I took a glance at the empty bed next to mine and couldn't help but let my mind wonder. If he was leaving then why wouldn't he tell me?

I felt over these last couple of weeks Trevor and I really bonded and he showed me so much attention that I craved from my parents. He was a good listener and he had such an amazing memory. He was so understanding about my situation too, he told me that my mum wasn't trustworthy and that it wasn't my fault I ended up here.

He also told me that I should think of it as a blessing because 'I wouldn't have been presented that amazing opportunity to meet such a hot and gorgeous human being' - I admired how confident he was.

"Miss. Drew, you're free to leave." Sarah mumbled, a smile on her face.

I gave Miss. Drew a slight nod before picking up my bag and putting it over my shoulder. "Where are you going, Brooklyn?" I heard a worried voice call as I was rounding the corner, I took a few steps back to see an old woman with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hello, Mrs. Willers.." I say softly, feeling sorry for the lost look in her eye. She looked at my clothes and my bag hanging off of my shoulder bewilderedly.

"You're not leaving, are you dear?" She whispered, her shaky veiny hands were suddenly placed over her lips. On the verge of tears, I simply shook my head.