I plopped down on the bed in the guest house that was officially mine. I let out a sigh of relief because this bed was just so freaking comfy. I gripped the comforter and smiled. Matthew's parents were so sweet, but almost too sweet. And this guest house is huge, I'm not used to all of this rich people stuff. I hopped up and walked to my suitcase, taking out shorts and a tank top. I put them on quickly, my shorts were fuzzy and blue and my tank top was black, I pulled my red hair into a messy bun and hopped back onto the bed, getting under the covers. I stared up at the ceiling and listened to the silence, my breathing slow and steady. I began to see dark spots,
No. No this can't happen, not now.
I sat up quickly and it had happened, I saw him. I saw my ex boyfriend again. He was walking towards me and his hand was raised, he was going to hit me. I began shrieking, even though he wasn't there. It was the biggest reason I was in that fucking mental institute, this was all one big hallucination. I had these almost every night, but they seemed so real. I kept rubbing my eyes, and the figure of him wouldn't go away. I continued screaming at the top of my lungs and I started sobbing. I could hear his voice ringing through my head nonstop. I placed my hands over my ears, the figure was still there. My hands still over my ears, I let out a terrifying shrill and my tears didn't stop flowing. I didn't calm down until I was pulled onto somebody's lap.
"Shhh, calm down. It's okay," the soft voice whispered and I was being rocked back and forth. I was still crying, but it was a calm sob.
I wiped my eyes and tear stained freckled cheeks and looked up. My eyes met Matthew's and I gulped, crawling out of his lap.
"Sorry," I said awkwardly, brushing my red side bangs out of my eyes. "I was just having-"
"Hallucinations?"
I frowned at him, confused about how he knew.
"It was in your charts that the institute gave me, it was the biggest reason you were in there." He trailed off and looked down at his lap and then looked up at me. "What were your hallucinations of?" He asked me, quietly.
"Fuck off, Matthew." I snapped and got under the covers. I hated when people asked me what my hallucinations were about, you just don't do that. He was still sitting there so I got even more mad. "I said, fuck off."
"Okay," he whispered and got off of my bed. I heard his footsteps all the way to the door. "Goodnight Ellie, if you get scared, yell as loud as you can. I'll be here." He said and closed the door.
I woke up the next morning and slowly climbed out of my bed, stretching my arms up, standing on my tip toes, and arching my back. I yawned and wiped my eyes. I'm happy that I took a shower last night because I'm really tired and I'm happy I don't have to do it really early today. I walked to the closet that was now mine and opened it up, I grabbed a hoodie that had three big thick stripes on it, the top stripe was light Pink, the middle one was white, and the last one was purple. Took off my pj shirt and put the hoodie on then took off my pj shorts and replaced them with jeans. I put on my grey converse and threw my red hair into a pony tail. After brushing my teeth, I walked out of the guest house with my bow and quiver of arrows that I snuck into my suitcase from my old 'home' before I went to the institute. I put the quiver full of wooden arrows on my back, grabbed the wooden bow, and I walked out of the guest house. I made sure Matthew or his parents weren't outside and I shut the door behind me and darted for the woods before anybody could catch me going back there. I stopped in my tracks once I was deep in the woods, I watched my footsteps, not wanting to step on leaves and scare any animals. I crept around slowly, breathing in and out; I looked at a log pretty far away and spotted a squirrel on it, eating an acorn. I grabbed and arrow and clipped it to the string of my bow and pulled it back, the string meeting my cheek. I bit my lip as I aimed.
