Chapter Eight: Part Two
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Walking to the cafeteria is strange. People tend to stare when you are free to walk about. You would not believe the looks that I got. One of them tried to come at me because they thought that I was going home. It was a conflicting feeling.
Victor didn't say anything on the walk to the cafeteria. He would occasionally turn his head to look at me, though he would always turn his head back if I caught him staring. He never said anything about it though. He acted as if it didn't happen. I didn't appreciate that part to much, but what is a mentally insane girl going to do about it, right?
It didn't take as long as I thought it would to make it to the cafeteria. When I would get wheeled down I remember how it felt like the hallways would never end. I hated that feeling, but I didn't feel that this time. I liked that. This time I felt stronger than the others. When I'm with Victor I feel strong, strong and safe. I like that.
When we enter the cafeteria we go unnoticed, that's until one of the patients looks over at us. His face goes from one of calmness to one of hatred. His hands thrash against the bonds holding him to the wheelchair.
"No! No! Shes free! You need to get her! Let me go! Ill get her!" He shouted. He was screaming and thrashing. He looked like a wild animal trying to escape its cage. Nurses were noticing that he was getting out of control. One of the nurses grabbed more restraints from the emergency bin. The man was strapped in more tightly before being wheeled of. Before he left, he was slapped by his nurse, who was yelling about he would be put into solitary confinement.
"Just ignore it." Victor whispered into my ear. He gently tugged me toward a vacant table in the back. I situated myself while Victor went to get our food. When he go back I was surprised to find out that I wouldn't be eating mush. He placed my tray down before getting his own chair next to mine.
At first I didn't touch my food, not until Victor asked me what was wrong with it. I told him that there was nothing wrong, but he didn't believe me.
"Relay, whats wrong, you don't look happy. Do you not like it. I can get you something else?" He offers, reaching for my plate.
My hand shoots out to stop him from stealing my plate. "No! I told you, its fine, leave the plate. Its fine." Victor gives me a blank stare, than shakes his head, almost like hes disappointed in my answer. "Tell me. Please." He looks into my eyes as he says this. How can I tell him anything but the truth.
"I'm just not used to eating anything but cold mush. This is all new to me." I tell him. I looked down at my plate as I say this. I feel pathetic about my past here.I hate it so, so, much.
"You will never feel this way again." Victor tells me." So you better get used to it" There a smile ace that feels very comforting.
We finish dinner faster then I had thought that we would. Soon enough we were done eating and Victor was throwing our trash away. Once he returned he took hold of my hand and led me down the long hallway that lead to my room.
Now that we were alone I thought that it would be a good time to bring up the whole roommate situation. "So about the whole roommate thing-" I start, but Victor cuts me off before I finish.
"We already discussed this." Victor replies. He doesn't look to happy, so I fear that he would hit me, but something told me that he wouldn't.
"I don't want you with a boy. I wont let it happen, so you wont have to worry about that." I had just realized that we had reached the end of the hall way and were standing in front of my room. He placed a gentle hand against my face. " I care about you far to much to put you threw that."
"Now, get to bed, its been a long day. You'll need your energy." Victor tells me as he heads down to his office. "Ill get you in the morning."
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So, I'm a little pissed that when I uploaded this chapter, half of it got deleted. It was originally four pages, I don't have enough time to rewrite all of it right not so ill put the second part into chapter nine.
The next update prob. wont be on Saturday, but some time later in the week.
And by the way, I got all A's and B's on my finals! Yay.
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