Madhouse Lovers (Olajide)

01

Her red hair blew in the wind, her hands clenching the metal railing. Her eyes shifted from the sky, to her feet, to the ground below her. Her breathing was steady as she thought about every reason why she should jump. There was no sign of cars, the late nights of London usually bustling with cars. But tonight it was filled with emptiness, the only body around being Odessa's. the wind slapped against her warm toned skin, goosebumps rising on her flesh. Her hands unclenched the metal, an she let one last breath out before letting her body slip off the ledge.
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Odessa's POV
The sound of nothingness filled my ears, my eyes glued shut. I let my fingertips roam the area they could reach, finally coming in contact with the cool texture of plastic. My right leg twitched, the smell of the room making my stomach turn. I blinked my eyes rapidly as my lashes finally unstuck from each other. I let my eyes scan the room and as I looked around my mouth filled with saliva, my hands clenching the thin sheet that covered the bed. My breathing got heavy, a strangled whine escaping my chapped lips as I thrashed, trying to get the iv out my arm. The door opened, a nurse rushing in to stop me from getting them out. My chest heaved as scream after scream escaped from my throat. The nurse was frantically trying to hold me down, pressing the button for help.
"Ms.Calisto, calm down, you will only make it worse." Her voice was deep, unlike what you see on tv. Her elbow slipped from my shoulder, burying itself in my collar bone. My body shuttered as the pain induced my right side. More people started flooding the room, and my panic set in my bones. A hand settled on my leg, and I sucked in a deep breath before swinging my left arm into whoever was over there. They were muttering loudly to each other, their words washing together.
"Take her to the ward." A thick voice announced, and I started to feel as if I was drowning. I felt a sharp pain, shortly followed by a Icy liquid floating into my veins. My eyes that were once shifting through the room were now heavy. I tried opening them, but whatever they injected in me had already set into my veins, and the only thing I could do was lay there blindly as they dragged me to the ward.

The room was cold, and not in the physical sense. It was actually blazing hot in the room, but from the thick metal door and dusty ceiling, I couldn't help the chills that ran up my bruised spin. The room was otherwise empty from a flat bed and and a lumpy bean bag in the corner. There was a plexiglass window across from where I sat, and I could see inside an identical cubicle. The door of my room whipped open, a man in black shuffling to the edge of the bed.
"Do you know your name?" His voice was smooth and silky, making my heart pound in my chest. I nodded, making him raise his eyebrows for a response.
"Odessa Calisto, 17." While his voice was silky, mine was hoarse and creaky, nothing like what it usually was. He nodded to himself, humming a song I was unable to detect.
"Do you know the date Odessa?" This made me think, not knowing how long I had been out. Finally I gave up, embarrassingly shaking my head.
" 'slaright. It's 10th of November, 2017." A smile had set on his face, his tounge skimming across his teeth as he sucked in a deep breath.
"You are in The Watford Ward. You will be in this room for most of the day, only leaving to see the therapist and canteen. You are in the lower level of the ward, meaning you have more leniency. You have a semi room mate who you can talk to, and we have days where you can meet some of the others." He explained it all slowly, but it still felt as if the information was being shoved down my throat. I let it digest, and a minute later he tilted his head at me, his eyebrows once again threading together.
"Did you catch all that?" I forced a nod and a smile, and he hesitated before patting my upper arm, nodding his head slightly before shutting the door as he left. I hadn't caught his name, leaving me feeling lonely. The door opened again, the same brunette. This time he had a duffel bag with him in his left hand, a pillow and blanket in his right. He set them on the bean bag, the smile still displayed on his face.
"This was in the main corridor. It's for you. Clothes, and bathroom essentials. You share a bathroom with your roommate." I nodded, playing with my thumbs as he was about to leave again. But this time he stopped at the door, swinging his head around to look at more once more.
"My name is Josh Bradley, I volunteer here." And so I found out his name, and I suddenly felt less lonely in my new home.
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This is the first chapter, it may not be that good, but welcome to the first book!!
|Ally|