We sat on the edge, her bare feet over the side next to my old, lace up boots. The laces were so loose i thought they were going to fall off. Our legs dangled and swung together in time. She looked at me lovingly and held my thumb tightly. She began to swing it in time with our legs as she hummed to the beat of the swings; her voice was stunning.
The sun was setting behind us, it was so vibrant with deep reds and bright oranges. It made me think of B's hair; fiery and warm toned. The sun looked like it was setting along the savannah- like on the Lion King.
That was our favourite film. We would sit and watch it on my phone that I'd sneak in my pocket. She would cuddle into me and we would sing all the songs together. A massive bowl of popcorn would sit in my lap; she would never eat it though. Just the feeling of being wanted; being cared for was enough to make me love being with her in her cold, cement bottomed cell. Bianca made me feel warm.
A tear ran down my face. "Are you okay? I don't want you to be sad Becca." She said, as she rubbed the back of my hand.
"Can I ask you something? You can say no, please don't feel pressured."
"Yeah, sure anything baby." She looked confused. I swivelled around and got off the bridge wall. I looked up at her longingly- I knew this was the right thing to do.
"Will you marry me?"
She jumped over to me and pulled me close. She cupped the sides of my face and kissed me passionately. She pulled back and stared into my eyes.
"I-i can't baby. I'm so sorry." She sobbed, hugging me tight.
"Why. I thought you- we were happy together. It can work. Whatever it is, we can sort i-" I got cut off by her finger across my lips.
"I killed Bianca."
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The Girl in the Asylum
HorreurShe had seen many things; she needed help. Her self harm, addiction and fasting was out of control. University dropout, Rebecca wanted to help. Will she stay sane? Or will this push her off the edge too? Maybe the asylum is the right place for her...
