Chapter three
I turned my head in the direction the voice was coming from. Cocking my head to the side, I stared at the boy.
He was most certainly easy on the eyes. His hair was golden and looked as if he just rolled out of bed and his blue orbs were brighter than my future. On his bottom plump lip was a small silver piercing that he kept biting and sucking into his mouth. His accent was strong and I began to feel like I stood out being American.
"Excuse you," I said. "this isn't hell, it's Neverland."
"Did the voices inside your head tell you that?" He laughed. "You crazy bitch."
"I'm not crazy." I slowly said, my voice raspy and full of rage. I was surprised I had just met this boy and he was already being an asshole.
"I'm afraid you are, baby." He let out a deep chuckle. "The day people like you come here and aren't so in denial that they're mad, I'll probably shit my pants."
Karen was yelling at him to stop talking. They were arguing back and fourth as I stood in the center of the room motionless. I felt everyone's eyes on me, but I didn't care in the moment.
Was I really crazy? Or was he just saying that to toy with my emotions?
Don't listen to what anyone says, Alaska. You're perfect the way you are and if anyone brings you down, kill them.
No, I can't kill him. Fuck, the voices can be stupid at times. They always think violence is the answer, and I'm not a violent person for the most part.
I watched the boy walk out of the room without saying a word. He was mysterious and I couldn't help but be drawn to him. I wondered what his story was and why he was being held here.
"Don't mind him," Karen said, smoothing out her blouse. "He can be a bit rebellious at times. But then again, which teenage boy isn't?" She laughed which I found fucking weird because she made herself laugh.
I held myself back from asking millions of questions about the boy and stayed quiet. Karen motioned me to follow her and I did. We walked out of the multipurpose room and into the drafty hallway where I once was when I first arrived. Still, nobody was in sight.
We swerved right into the next corridor and a chill ran through my body. It looked exactly like the hallway I was just in except this one was lined with large steel doors. Despite the terrorizing appearance, I continued to follow Karen down the hallway.
There was an open bathroom with bathtubs and a few sinks.
"Clean up here and put these clothes on." She ordered as she handed me a grey jump suit.
"There's no privacy though. I'm not going to get naked for everyone to see."
"You have to, Alaska. Things are different here and you need to start accepting that fact. Get cleaned up. Now. I'll be right outside waiting for you."
She walked out and left me alone. I sighed and decided to go with it and not fight.
I turned the water on in the tub and watched it slowly fill up. The tub looked old and dirty, which it probably was. Thousands of people have probably came in this tub and have done god only knows what. Regardless of the absurd thoughts in my mind, I stripped into nothing and got into the now fully filled bath tub.
The water was warm and it helped all of the pains I have endured from being on a flight for so long. It's like this was a magic bathtub, and it magically stripped all my aches and pains away from me.
I cupped the now grey water in my hands and poured it all over my body. Pinning my nose, I closed my eyes and drowned myself into the water. It was warm and soothing to be under the water.
I came up for air and continued to scrub my body, ridding it off all the dirt.
"Wow, for a crazy girl you're pretty fit."
I raised my head and saw him there, staring at my body.
"Get out." I ordered.
He shook his head and laughed. "Baby, this is a public bathroom. I need a bath too."
Without hesitation, he removed all of his clothing and stood in front of me completely naked. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was fit and god was he big.
"Do you like what you see?" He chuckled. "Crazy bitch."
He got in the bath next to me and sighed once he got in.
"I'm Luke." He said.
"Alaska." I replied, but my voice was soft and barely audible. "Alaska." I said again, this time my voice booming.
He laughed. "Vous êtes folle."
I gulped and sunk further into the bath. "I'm not sure what that means."
"Means you're crazy, Al."
"I'm not crazy." I spat. "Besides, you're here too. You're just as folle as I am."
"Fou," he said. "folle is feminine and fou is masculine."
I clenched my teeth and was officially far beyond pissed off at the boy.
God he's fucking annoying.
I don't know, I think he's cute.
"Shut up!" I yelled to them.
"Me?" He asked. "Or are you talking to the voices in your head. Tell me Alaska, what are they saying to you?"
A tear fell down my cheek. "Why are you so mean to me? I've been here for not even an hour and you're not exactly welcoming."
"Well," he said. "I think you're petty and I want to get to know you."
I rolled my eyes. "Calling me crazy isn't going to help, baby."
Good comeback Alaska!
"I'm afraid you're the crazy one here, Luke." I continued.
He sucked his lip ring into his mouth. "God, you're so sexy when you're pissed."
