Anti Did It

5.

(Y/n) POV:

I let out a huff as I was pushed into my room. I fell down against my bed, and growled, "No need to be gentle."

I sat down on the, very cheap mattress that, by the way, was only a mattress on top of an old, rusty bed frame. I had no blanket's nor pillows, and the only other thing that I had in my room was a broken toilet. The room was barely even bigger than a shed.

"Ten months..." I thought out loud.

Looking down at my stomach, I began to rub it. "Hello... I don't know if you're in there, but I just wanted you to know that everything is going to be fine. I know that we're not home... but we'll be back soon." I whispered.

Proceeding to lay down, I thought about Michael. About how he doesn't know that I could be pregnant, or that I'm in here... or that if I was pregnant, he would miss everything. "Mom definitely didn't have to go through his..." I chuckled.

My mother and... father were both high school sweethearts. My grandparent's practically let them get married when they were both seventeen. Then, two years later, my mother got pregnant with me. Of course, my mother only got to see me grow up to my fifteenth birthday, but... at least she got to see me go to high school.

My mother died from cancer... the day the doctor told us the news, it was basically a death sentence. The thing though is, we didn't know when she was going to die. So we treated it as if every day was the last day. I did everything I could to make sure she was happy, even on her last day, I refused to cry in front of her.

She was beautiful... She had (e/c) eyes, and she had soft, (s/t) skin. My favorite thing about her was her smile, it just held so much joy and happiness. I just... I loved it when she smiled, and I thrived when I made her happy. I loved her so much, and I miss her incredibly. And I definitely know that if she was still alive, I wouldn't be here, trapped in an asylum.

I let out another sigh, as I felt my eyes begin to water.

"How pathetic am I? I'm stuck in an asylum, and I'm thinking about my mother..." I choked.

My father is a very hard-headed man, and when he say's something, he means it. The only other way that I could get out of here, besides waiting ten months, is to escape. I mean... How would I even do that? Of course, I would have to find an exit to this place. And I would have to come up with a plan...

What am I talking about? I can't just escape! Everyone in town would know and that wouldn't help my case; I can already see it in the newspapers, "Woman escapes from Bruce Kent's Psychiatric Institute! Watch out for a girl with (H/c) hair, and (E/c) eyes. Possibly pregnant, and her name is (Y/n) Holland!"

What would Michael even do or say? He'd think I was insane! Well... not insane... but he'd be very concerned.

Letting out a yawn, I realized how tired I was. I had no idea how long I've been here, the last time I looked at an actual clock was this morning before I left for the hospital. How long was I asleep? Not to mention, I haven't seen one window yet. Not even in the room Dr. Galendu and I were in!

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, as I thought about all of the event's that happened today. It had happened so fast that I didn't even have a chance to blink. So many emotions, and so much confusion, and yet, before I fell asleep, I thought of only one thing. "I better be pregnant."