I went back to my cell and all I could think about was pain. It was like a drug. All I wanted. I needed to get pierce to hurt me again. I needed to get into his cell. The feeling in my scars was starting to fade away. I needed more. I refused to give up. I remember that those doors had keypads on them that locked the doors. I needed a pass code. I went out of my room and into the room they asked me questions in. I remember seeing all the pass codes to each door in there under a pile of papers. I peered my head in the room with wooden furniture and turned on the old dusty lamp that hung above the one table in that room with all the papers on it. I searched through the papers quickly before anyone came. I found cell 10. The pass code read 762829. I ran to the cell before I could forget. I didn't bother knocking again. I knew my presence was unwanted. 762829. I typed it in and the door clicked open. Pierce was sleeping and didn't wake up this time. I stared at him soundly sleeping in his bed. He looks like he is adjusting here way faster than i did. I calmly sat in the corner of his cell just staring at him. I could get a way better look at him now. He had shiny black hair that was spiked in the front and the facial features like a villain from a book. I was careful not to make a sound as i slowly drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to his hand over my mouth and him sitting behind me holing my arms behind my back with one of his hands. My eyes went wide and i gasped about to let out a scream. I felt his mouth go close to my ear just enough to send shivers down my back. " If you scream, your dead. Im not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk." He slowly took his hand off my mouth and i let out a sigh in relief. He went over to his bed and sat down looking at me. "Look" he put his hand on the back of his neck avoiding making eye contact with me. "I'm sorry for hurting u. I just Well, it's hard to accept the fact that I'm here and u showing up in my cell made this more of a reality so I tried to fight it. I wanna know if maybe we could start over and be friends?"
I was shocked.
"Us? Friends? Really?"
"Ya.... u don't have to be if u don't want to I just feel like I could use a friend to help me here"
I stood up in my corner and stared at him still in shock.
"A-alright. Ya. Sure!"
"Alright. Well my name is Pearce." He held his hand out infront of him. I hesitantly reached out. "Don't worry. I don't bite, well anymore" he laughed. Hahah insane jokes. "I shook his hand slowly. "My name is-"
"Jeanne, I know"
"How"
"There are lots of rumors around here about u that I already picked up on. Your quit popular." I laughed "ya I guess if u count popular for fighting."
He laughed "I think it's cool"
I could tell we would be friends.
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JEANNE
TerrorThis is a fiction story of a girl named Jeanne who has had schizophrenia ever since she was little. Her family sends her away to a schizophrenic hospital right after the 'incident' happens. This book captures the terrifying experiences in the "sunsh...
