Walking Straight

Chapter 15

Hi guys, thanks for being so patient while I was gone! I'm not going to talk too much and i'm pretty sure you can guess what the songs for the this chapter are... so here goes!

(actually, I changed my mind, you HAVE TO listen to this song for this chapter i promise it works with the chapter)

Anathema- Twenty One Pilots

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TAYLOR'S POV:

Week three. They keep pushing me. Stretching my limits until I can no longer bear any of it. I have given up on trying to hep myself by talking to them. They don't want to hear what I have to say, all they want to hear is "I'm okay" or "I'm better" because then they think whatever they're doing is working. So I've resorted to that. If I smile and tell them I've been having good days then maybe I can get out of here faster. But I don't know. I don't know.

The voice still haunts me. I've tried running all the voices I've ever heard at this place through my head, trying to match them up with the empty wails but so far, no matches. The only thing I know is the voice can't be tamed, even with the sedation, it still drones on through the night. I would like to be like that someday, but right now, I don't know if that's possible. 

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I am wandering the cafeteria, holding a tray with little food, looking for a place to sit. I spot Jacob at an empty table and rush over to sit with him. He jumps when I set my place down, obviously deep in thought if I startled him. 

"Hello." He mutters, his eyes still on his plate. I pick at the discolored cantaloupe on my plate and turn to face him. 

"Hi. So, how long are you here?" I wonder aloud. 

"Not sure. They keep changing it. I guess I'm too fucked up for them to read me." He chuckles and drops his fork, a clang sounding into the stuffy space of the cafeteria. I swallow. 

"I think I have this week, then one more. Today marks the first day of week three." I hold up three fingers and turn back to my food. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jacob nodding, His knuckles fade to white as he clenches his fists. 

"Sorry, I'm not good at conversation." I hear him announce.

"That's okay, I'm not either. We can be bad at conversation together." I exhale. His head whips around to look at me. I suck in a breath, hoping I didn't say the wrong thing. Slowly, the corners of his mouth turn up into a small smile. I let out the breath I was holding in. We continue to sit there and eat in silence, until the large room filters out to only a few patients and their therapists. We wait until we are called for our own appointments and give each other half smiles goodbye. 

RHETT'S POV:

Jade has been coming to "visit" me everyday, meaning she visits my mother, trying to win our family over again. The sad part is, Mom is buying it. Last night she took Jade out to the street fair on Maiin Street and they came back with feather earrings and organic chapstick. I've tried reasoning with Mom, telling her Jade isn't the person she used to be, that the drugs changed her, just like they changed Nicole. Every time I bring Nicole in as an example, Mom just gets even more pissed, her eyes brimming with tears, her face getting scrunched up with anger. I always regret using Nicole to get to Mom, but it's the only way I can actually reach her.