Lunatic

Chapter 32.

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Chapter 32.

I was bored. Ha, just like I always was. I had weird dreams. My days were boring but part of it wasn't as boring. Like Hunter and I spending time together, Elvira and I conversing, Writing and reading my letters from and to Sebastian.

Gigi O.,

Your last letter you had sent me was bit glum. I mean, your answers, your statements, your words weren't as intelligent as you always write them as.

Have you been getting enough sleep or have you been eating good? Are you even alright?

S.C.

I knew how to reply. I didn't know if we were aloud send really, like really, short letters to our pen pals. I guess I would give it a try, so I did.

Sebastian Cortez,

No.

Peace,

Gigi O.

I folded the piece of paper and gave it to Alma to put in an envelope. I watched her as she did. She bent down and leaned against the table, writing down the address to his place and writing down where it was coming from, The Reservoir Mental Hospital. It had been The Reservoir Mental Facility, but Mr.Reservoir changed it to hospital to not scare any new patients that came. We might be non-educated, but most of us can read.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" Alma smiled. I shrugged and nodded. "Lots of patients here do too. Especially your little friend Hunter Hayes over there. I don't know why Mr.Reservoir didn't think of this way sooner," She finished saying and walked away with my envelope with a whole bunch of others.

Elvira sat down next to me and was quietly reading. "What to do, what to do," I mumbled and started to thump my head over and over again lightly on the table.

"Don't do that. Alma will think your becoming psychotic," Elvira warned me. I shrugged and groaned. "I want out as badly as you do. Trust me, I'm just a more patient person. These books got me tied down anyways,"

"Hey Elvira. I usually do care, honestly about everything. And what everybody says, but my body is beginning to care less every single day that passes." I said honestly. Yeah. That's what was happening to me. I was beginning to care way less about people and their talk everyday and night that pass. The several days and four weeks that have passed already. One month. And I don't care no more.

"Yeah. How come you have become so glum. You're not yourself anymore. Ever since that Zach boy ran away,"

"Zayn," I hissed at her. "And he was just a friend, that is it. I'm not feeling well that's why I haven't been myself. I have bad dreams at night so just stop," I barked at her. Elvira looked taken back. Like he couldn't believe that I just snapped at her.

"I'm sorry." Elvira stood with her book and walked away. I don't know where to and I didn't want to look and see. I didn't want to know either.

Guilt flushed over me for taking half of my hidden anger out on her. I scared her also. I thumped my head lightly on the table over and over again. I wanted Will here. I wanted to finally open up to him like what he wanted.

I felt so... Well who honestly cares how I feel. I stood and put my hand on my head. A small pain ached inside and I did care about that. I noticed a few patients were watching me. They saw me thumping my head, so they watched me make my way to the stairs and go up until I was out of their sight.

The day passed and so did the night. In the morning, Alma came in around nine o'clock, was the time she told me, and walked me over to the showers. I took one as I took my time to feel the warm beads of water hit my back. I turned the faucet to the hotter side. The beads burned into my back now and they were loosening up my tensed muscles. I washed my hair with the plain liquid soap. Using shampoo and conditioner. I shaved with my pink razor that had a piece of tape wrapped around the handle tightly with my name on it. Alma asked if I was okay and almost done, I told her I needed more time so she gave me thirty more minutes.