One Heart Missing [BoyxBoy] (Sequel to Wanted Is Love)

Chapter 14

A white ceiling. A blank, white ceiling. Nothing covering it. No posters for a favorite band or celebrity crush. No moss or dirt, thank god. That would be disgusting. Also, no smoke alarm. Seems a little dangerous. I mean, mine had one. Whatever, it was just an observation. When you have nothing at all to say and you’re lying down in someone else’s room, your eyes start to wander. I look over and I see Amy doing the same thing. The two of us are lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. Silence between the two of us. A cellphone and a diary between us as well. The only sound being the television. The news is on. It’s been the same thing since the night before. Reporters talking about the tragedy that had had befallen the Patterson Psychiatric Centre.

After I saw the news last night, I immediately called Amy and rushed over to her house. I was scared. I was afraid. I was shaken. There was no way I could be alone in my room. I spent the night at Amy’s and told her everything. I told her about meeting with Ollie and since she doesn’t go anywhere near the news, I told her about this. The only reason the news is on is because she wanted to see it for herself. She couldn’t believe that the ‘bitch’ was finally gone. By ‘bitch’ she meant Natalia. That was probably obvious.

“I can’t stand this shit!” Amy uttered finally breaking the silence. She searched for the remote and clicked the big button. “I’m turning it off!”

I knew she wouldn’t be able to take it for any longer. The sound of it was pissing me off anyways. For some reason though, she still thought Natalia would turn up. I mean it does sound like a Natalia thing to do but, maybe she was dead. Maybe we were finally done with her. Either way I didn’t feel safe. It was time to talk about things. I brought the phone and the diary. It was time to get down to business.

“I read a little more of the diary,” I finally spoke. I picked it up and found my bookmark. The page was titled BS. “Do you remember reading this entry?”

“Yes, actually. It was kind of confusing. Also very interesting,” she responded snatching the diary from my hand.

“I actually haven’t started reading that yet. I just stopped there while I was reading because I had to go sleep so don’t give anything away yet. I actually was gonna talk about the stuff before that but I can’t seem to think of anything. I mean, it was interesting and she has an amazing writing style but nothing too crazy has happened yet.”

“Nothing crazy until this one,” Amy smiled. “May I read it to you?”

“Sure.”

“Alright,” she said with a deep breath. Then she began reading:

Dear Whatever,

It is I, Natalia once again. This diary really is the only thing that is keeping me sane. I hate this place. I can’t tell you how much I fucking hate this place. It surely isn’t like high school. In high school, I was the ruler. I was on top. I could do whatever I wanted. I know, I know. I’ve already complained about this in every other entry that I write. I just wanted a refresher. In my past entries I complained about all of this and how boring and stupid everyone is.

I was wrong though.

This past weekend after the big ‘Bingo’ game, I caught these girls sneaking up to the roof. I followed them and found out that they were meeting with these guys from the outside.

So yeah, I crashed their party and they begged and begged that I wouldn’t tell. Of course I would never because now I had the power. I was in charge once again. Their fate was in my hands. It was fantastic to feel this way again. They would have worshipped me eventually anyways even if I didn’t find this out especially since I also happened to know where to get them party supplies with my new outside connections. Alcohol and weed. Two of my fave ingredients.