Lunatic

Chapter 3.

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Chapter 3.

Some people here aren't crazy, they are just mistaken to be mad. Some people are crazy, depends on what they have done or the environment they grew up in.

Third floor is the noisiest floor. I'm suppose to be on the third floor because I'm seventeen. Second floor is usually where the ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and fourteen year olds have rooms. But since I was brung here when I was fourteen, they decided for me to keep my room.

Third floor, is where the girls would scream. The girls and some boys would rock in their beds at night, saying words and repeating them. Some of the older teenage adults would be quiet like how I am, but they actually talk to air also but I am meaning, at night.

Will decided to walk with me to my room and had the idea to keep my carved red apple in the window seal. Will and I are close, even though he has never heard me speak before. The girls that aren't really psycho have told me, that he has a crush on me. But I don't believe it. I have never liked a person, I have never been kissed before either, I'm not like the young teenagers that have had boyfriends and kissed.

I like to stick to myself, trust nobody, be my own quiet, relaxing person. Apparently, Will is attracted to that. Will isn't suppose to be in my room, or any other boys. They workers don't really pay attention to that though.

"There. It looks beautiful and glowing in the sunlight, Don't you think?" Will smiled. I nodded and smiled. Will leaned a little down to kiss me. When I say kiss, I mean on the cheek. I have never been kissed on the lips before. I was surprised because Will kissed me beside my lips. I looked at him. He kissed way to close to my lips. Will smiled, "calm. It was close but I would never break your consequences," He understood.

Even though Will has been here for mostly his whole life, he has kissed someone already, Bethany Robin. She was sixteen, he was fourteen. Mr.Reservoir found out that those two were getting close, he released Bethany early. When she was twenty. He sent her to a mental hospital because she does have moments where she would freak out, she'd pull her own hair out at night.

"I will be leaving then." Will let his hands fall to his sides after he had been holding my upper arms. I waved goodbye when he looked back. I lifted my gray sweater sleeves, revealing my scars. I looked at them with disappointment.

I have always worn sweaters because Alma or Adam don't believe in heat. Also to cover these gross, terrifying scars of mine. We all wear normal plain clothes. These clothes are donated, people or parents would donate clothes to any shops and if the clothes don't get boughten for a certain amount of time, they get boxed up and sent to a company that washes them and sends them out us or other different shops.

A knock is heard from my closed door. "Geraldine," Mr. Reservoir's voice is heard behind the rectangle block of wood. I opened the door before I sat upon my bed. He sat down on the chair against the wall by the closet. He scooted it closer to my bed side. I wasn't scared, Mr.Reservoir has never mistreated me before so why should I be frightened?

"It's your birthday soon, you know that?" His voice reminded me. I fiddled with my fingers, and nodded. "You've always been a good girl, and you will be eighteen years old. You've never given any issues to Alma, Adam, the lunch ladies, security, the workers in general, and myself." What scared me was he was forty one and he had looked about in his young twenties to me. Also, he wore suit and ties where he looked like a business man. But he was alright of a man.

"All of the employees including myself have decided to have a birthday party for you." I smiled small. "Now you know we don't do this but you have to keep-" Mr.Reservoir stopped because he knew I am one hundred percent always quiet. "You are quiet as it is. But Alma needs to take measurements of you so she can get a nice dress for you when it's your day," I smiled. I have never been in a dress, so this is exciting for me. Alma came in along with a measurement line. The ones they used for getting the right size for brides and their dresses. She also had clips. I got up from my bed and gave Mr.Reservoir a hug. He didn't hug back for a moment. He hugged and patted my back lightly. "I hope you're happy. Don't become a bad girl at the last minute because I will end the plans," He warned me and I nodded.

Alma told me to stand straight and still when Mr.Reservoir left the room. I obeyed and she wrapped the yellow line around my waist, then my arms, then shoulders. "You're a petite little thing, aren't you?" Mr.Reservoir and Alma talked to me like I was a little girl. I'm not though, I will be eighteen soon but it's probably because I haven't give any harm to them nor anybody. I still hated it though.

I wasn't as small but I was somewhat, thin. I had a disorder of anorexia when I was growing up, I was bullied terribly to where I cried all of the time to myself. My parents would take me to the hospital and then doctors told them to send me here. I don't understand why either.

I used to be a chubby girl until, the thought of anorexia sounded beautiful to me. It wasn't just because I wanted to get skinny, but it was because the words I got from several people at school from. I'm five foot five now and I weigh about one hundred and something, last time I was checked. Which was three years ago. I actually wish to be a bit more taller than I am. If I hadn't suffered from anorexia then I would still be my chubby self. I mean, I was really chubby.

When Alma was done she said, "Now the dress will be thin and it will be knee length. It will cover most of your chest and it has straps. It's just an ordinary, simple, cute summer dress. It'll be a light green. Not to fancy but not to boring. I think you'll be adorable in it," It was heart warming knowing they special ordered a simple dress for me including a birthday party for me. It's like they're my family. I've seen Mr.Reservoir, Alma, Adam, and other employees angry here. Not at me though.

I smiled and wiped a tear from my cheek. I hugged Alma carefully. She smiled and hugged back immediately. "You're welcome sweetheart."

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I ate my apple that I got from the cafeteria, uh kitchen. Mr.Reservoir had the kitchen specially constructed so it became a cafeteria. The kitchen was huge anyways. Remembering the apple that Will created and gave me earlier. It was peacefully quiet until a scream was heard from the living room. I got up and rushed into the living room. A girl was on the ground shaking. White bubble stuff was coming out of her mouth. I gasped and covered my mouth. I looked around the room and the girl's body was circled around by bodies. Patients were watching. Alma and another nurse rushed to the girl. I looked at Zayn who was across the circle of standing scared bodies watching what is happening. Zayn's looks were blank.

The girl kept screaming as she watched the girl who's body was shaking hard and white soap stuff kept flooding out of her mouth. What's happening to her? It looked familiar, kind of.

Adam soon came as Alma used her radio and spoke into it calling for Adam. Adam grabbed the paralyzed girl's feet and Alma grabbed her arms, they placed her body onto a hospital gurney and went inside of the elevator that was only for employees. How come Alma didn't stick a needle in her neck? I felt myself shaking, I was scared. My eyes were wide, my hands covering my mouth. My chest breathing hard. Everybody was still in a circle, whispers exchanging. I guess everybody noticed that I had ran upstairs to my room.

When I closed my room door, knocks were heard and voices. "No you go away!" British.

"I've known her way longer than you have had! Back off!" Australian.

"Gigi open up please!" Australian again.

"Back the fuck away! I can comfort her!" British again. Why does he want to comfort me? He barely knows me, and it's his first day here.

I just sat on my bed and balled up and closed my eyes. I didn't want to deal with anything, that was to scary to see. What was that though? What was happening to her? If I ask Alma somehow, would she tell me? Maybe Ms.Rosa would. What was that stuff coming out of her mouth? What was her body doing to her? Many questions float inside my head. Craving for answers and some opinions.

Sleep hit me fast as I removed my hands from my ears and adjusted to be comfortable in my bed.

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