Paranoia || c.h

chapter 2

the sound of my boots tapping against the ground had never been so frightning, I looked up at the big college dorm building to distract myself, we had gotten the key for my dorm from the office and we were now headed to the door.

my mother was walking beside me the whole time she had my suitcase while I had my two boxes full of decorations, supplys and shit, she gave me occasional glances, she knew this was hard for me, it wouldnt just be the normal homesickness it would be much more.

the sound of the glass door opened, breaking me out of my gaze she held it open for me while I squeezed past her into the small cold room, there were wooden doors on either side with the triangles of glass in them, then straight ahed there were steep stairs im guessing went to the halls were the dorm rooms were,

"you alright ?" she looked at me with understanding eyes,

"yea", I gave her a fake reasurring smile as I started up the stairs

when I got up to the top of the stairs the smell of beer, medical gloves and god knows what was in the air, I scrunched my nose up in disaproval.

I looked down at the sheet of paper I got from the office with my room number and information on it.

"what number ?" I heard mum yell out cheerfully from down the hall, I had already started walking, I just wanted to be alone, it was to much

I looked down at the sheet

'116'

"one sixteen" I only realised how dreadful I was untill I heard my emotionless voice bounce off the hall walls.

my mother murmered an ok before walking up to my side, the suitcase following her like a dog on a lesh.

"This is it" the words rolling off my toung, my mother and I were stood outside a pale wooden door the letters on the front In gold

' 116 '

it felt like years before I decided to grab into the pocket of my cardy to grab the silver key, I searched around for it until I found it, I pulled it out of the woolen surrounding and out with it came a piece of paper that fell to the ground,

  

with cautious hands I picked the page from the hard yellow ground, as soon as I turned it around I knew what it was.

july 21 2012

Violet Harrington

12 poll drive,

london

Dear Mr and Mrs Harrington

Miss Harrington is currently in confined space due to delusions and paranoia, we encourage you to visit less, giving violet the time to get better and recover. There will still be visiting hours, but less, in which we encourage you to attend.

Sincerely, Mrs ivery

Head nurse of London Counciling

I felt a hand on my shoulder, a warm sympathetic one at that.

"love, its ok, your better now and thats all thet matters, okay ?"

I nodded, knowing that I needed to forget to get better, to shut it out.