Psycho (Under Editing)

Chapter Twenty-Three ♪ May Twenty-Ninth

I haven't seen anyone, though I have been fed, I've been in this room for two days. I don't feel safe. I wasn't sure who was keeping me here and didn't know where I was. Gabby had been silent. I figured that she felt some pity on me, or thought that it was enough punishment. It was odd and frightening.

I was scared. I was extremely scared. I was confused and didn't know what was going on. And everytime I opened my eyes I caught a whiff of vanilla. And then the horrid memories would start. Of everything from Mel to Wes.

I had my phone in my pocket, but there was a camera in the room and I didn't want whoever was keeping me here to know that I had it. Though on many occasions I thought of taking my phone off silent and calling Jess. But I couldn't.

So I sat there, just thinking. Thinking about how confused I felt, how weak I was, and how much I really wanted to throw up from the food. My nerves made me a queasy mess.

The thoughts about Jake kept plaguing my mind too. I had another bad dream, but it was mainly of the first time, the first attack. As if I was reliving it.

I watched as he faked being ill, and I knew what he was going to do, I knew it, I could feel it in my gut, but my body was forced to go on as planned, to follow the story line, just like it had before. Like a little marionette puppet. I couldn't prevent it.

Just like the first time, in the dream I walked out with the meds, as if I was fighting myself from the inside to get out, to leave, but I couldn't. I had to witness it. I had to relive it again.

I watched as he grabbed my defenseless form and undressed me. I watched as he began to cut his initial into my stomach. I watched as he began his torture and steal. He ruined me. He robbed me of not only that, but my life as it was.

And I heard him call me a name. A name that in the dream seemed so familiar. A name that brought me fear. A name that made me want to slit my wrists right there. A name that had my stomach curling with disgust and realisation. He called me Gabby.

In the dream it had taken me a while to figure out why that name was so powerful. But when it hit me, I couldn't breathe.

That was where she came from. The voice was a manifestation of Jake's love, his obsession. Of the person he saw in me, of the person he was trying to recreate so bad.

I began to cry silently, finally out of the daze, now staring at the door. I hadn't seen anyone walk passed the tiny window, and I was too afraid to look outside. What if it was Jake, or Mel? What would I do if I found them standing there and watching me with a sinister grin?

What if it was Wes? Would Gabby come back and tell me to ... to kiss him again, or worse?

What if it was Jess? Would the guilt still be there? Would he still love me?

I don't think I'd be able to handle life anymore. I wanted it to be over, but I could never take that final step to end it. So I sat where I was, crying hot wet tears. And in my stupor I heard the door unlock. My tears stopped, my throat clogged up in anticipation.

I brought my knees to my chest and froze, my muscles aching from the tight position I was in, but fear was my ruler. And I would forever bow down to it.

But as I prayed, in walked Doc. I felt myself melt, as if I was so relieved that I couldn't control my body. I felt all jelly like, my heart hammered uncontrollably. Doc gave me a sympathetic look, and then one of remorse.

"Sorry Babe, but after the episode you had in the car, part of the experiment I am doing made me bring you to the asylum. I had to see if you were managing well in here rather than at home." I didn't answer her, I was getting mad.

She could have given me a warning. "I can sense some hostility." No shit Sherlock. "Why don't we just head on home." I nodded, getting up shakily, my hands and legs shivering.

"It's going to be alright." Gabby started, and the comfort in her voice was odd. I began to wonder why she was being nice to me.As long as she wasn't bending my will, I would take it.

And somehow walking through the dark grey halls with many crazy eyes staring at us from tiny windows, I felt a little bit better. I felt like I was truly allowing myself to grieve and move on.

Doc lead me through a bunch of hallways and doors, to what seemed like her office. It was small and cozy, not in the suffocating kind of way, but the kind that made you feel warm inside.

She took a seat, gestured for me to take one as she began searching through all her drawers. I was still in edge, so I decided to look around, to distract myself. Doc had her degree, her college certificate and family photos scattered in a pattern on the wall.

I noticed many stacks of papers and decided that taking a peak wouldn't hurt, so I leaned a bit closer to it and saw that it was folder, mainly of patients who had been let out with a pass, I assumed that meant that their treatment was successful. I decided to move a few files and look at the names.

And that is when I saw his.

♪Author's Note♪

Wazzup peeps!!!!! It's your girl El♥ here. I apologize for the late update, been away from home for a while. But I hope this makes up for it.

♪Questions♪

1. Whose file do you think it was?

2. What is up with Gabby?

3. Do you think that everything with Jake and Mel is over?

Feel free to leave your answers in the comments.

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