Malignant

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER FOUR!!!!

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I don't like depending on people
because people leave all the time....
Because at the end of the day all you have is yourself and that has to be
Enough....

I sit in the corner of the concrete floor, just staring down towards the ground not making a sound. I can hear the buzzer than the squeaking noise of the metal door opening and closing shut. I wrap my skinny arms around my knees tightly as I hear boots hitting the floor that echoes throughout the corridors. I'm in more like a cell than a room since I just got here a few months ago in January.

Time has passed so fast that I occasionally still think that it all started yesterday.
Eric's Death...
Tommy's betrayal...
My unexpected insistent in the hospital that took many innocent lives...

It hasn't gotten any better from then since the dreams have gotten worse making it harder to have A good nights rest. Also including the additional tests and medication I have every day, my body feels as if I was close to death but was brought recovery only to receive more painful meetings with my assigned doctor.

I hear the Man stop, and know he is in front of my cell since he always comes here first out of all of us in the Female Ward.

"Watson, it's time for your medicine." He says rather harshly. I just sit there staring at my bare pale feet, not wanting to be here in this Hell we call Life.

"Watson!"
He calls out kicking the metal bars which make an echoing sound throughout my lonely cell. I look up at him with no emotion on my face. I stand up slowly, the concrete below me being a freezing temperature.
I breathe a heavy breath walking towards him with caution. He hands me the small familiar pills and a cup of water. I open my mouth laying the pills on my tongue then washing them down with the water he gave me. I hand the plastic cup back to him and go to turn around, but his forceful hand grabs my weak shoulder while looking into my eyes.

"Why won't you talk?"
He says in a more sweet manner. I just stare at him, not knowing what to say since I haven't said a word since I got here.
My lips parted to say something but nothing came out, I answered with my shoulders shrugging.
Walking away back to my dark corner I feel a tear fall on my cold cheeks. I slid down the wall sitting on the spot I got up from. I leaned my head back onto the white wall and close my eyes lightly. I had no reason to speak to anyone here. Besides I'm never going to let anyone here know the truth as to what was really happening to me. Even if I was still unsure myself.
My brain gets lost in thought and my mind starts wonder far.

As I sit in a familiar silence my thoughts drift to a calm memory of my childhood.
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My feet dangled back and forth As I sat on the tall barstool. The morning was perfect with laughter, love and sweet vibes.
My little pale toes were covered in thick mud from just playing outside with Tommy who sat in the barstool next to me. Dad turned around from the stove covered in white baking powder.

"Would you two muddy monkeys like some delicious fluffy pancakes made by the goofiest chef in town?" My Dad chucked with his Disney Goofy impression.
My high pitched laughter mixed with the identical echo of Tommy's filled the sun enhanced kitchen.
He handed a plate of towered pancakes topped with ripe strawberries to the both of our tiny hungry bodies. I took the tall bottle of syrup and squeezed it watching the sweet fluid fall to cover the tower of yumminess.

"Be careful Lana-Rose, too much of that syrup and you'll become too sweet." My mother chimes as she comes into the kitchen kissing my dad on his powdered cheek.
"I'm ok with that!" I giggle stuffing my face with my fluffy pancakes.
My mom comes around kissing me on my rain-drenched head.
"Never stop being my sweet innocent Rose, Lana... Never..."
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