Burn

04

Randy POV

I wake up to the sound of something crashing to the ground downstairs and it scares me. I wake up in a teal coloured duvet. I look around and notice that I'm in a nicely made room. Should I explore? Yes, I shall. I hop out the bed and find myself wearing the clothes I was wearing when I got out the hospital. My hair smells bad. God, ew, I need to wash it.

I head over to the book shelf and find it half filled and there's only one row that's empty. I guess I'll buy some books, it's not like I didn't buy my other book that I brought along with me.

I look around the room and notice that the whole room is coloured in turquoise and my name is painted above my bed. By the way the room is huge. It's the size of a queen bedroom, it probably is one. But, anyway, on the right side of the room next to the queen sized bed I just got out of. There's a desk and it's painted orange.

I walk over and sit in the also orange wooden chair. As I sit in the seat I notice there are four boxes sitting on the desk. There's also a Mickey Mouse journal and a One Direction pencil. Should I open the boxes? I take the phone out from my back pocket and realise that it's in need of a charger. I look around for my bag knowing that Simon placed a charger inside. I find it sitting on the couch in the middle of the room. It's a round couch with a coffee table in the middle with a flower vase in the middle. I search inside and place my meds and pamphlets on the table. I don't think I'm going to attend any of the things they want me to. I don't even want to leave this room.

My mind should stay in one place. I choose this room, my own personalised room to where no one can bother me. I then come across white charger that Simon gave me while were on the plane.

I head over to the night stand and plug the charger into the outlet behind it. I connect my phone to my charger and let it happily lay on the night stand, I'll come to it later.

Since I'm going to stay in this room I decide to fix the bed since I messed it up as I hopped out. I head over to the desk and sit down staring at the notebook. Should I write in it? Like, as a feeling a diary? Or as a personal diary? I then look at the boxes, they're covered in tiger print wrapping paper with a white ribbon tied into bow. All four boxes are the same.

I then pick up one of the boxes in my hand and stare at it curiously. I don't know what I should do. My heart says 'see what's inside' but my mind says 'let it be for a little bit. Simon will probably tell you what's inside.'

But, my thoughts are soon turned into ashes as a knock at the door draws my attention. I place the box back on the desk and hop on the made bed and criss-cross my legs. I take off the beanie and place it on the night stand. I run my fingers through my hair and oh my gosh it's frizzy and it smells like hospital. I gag and snap myself back into reality. My wrists are still bandaged but, I get to take them off before I shower.

"Come in." I say with a sigh. Simon then pops into view.

"Hey, Randy, well, I came to check up on you and see how everything is. And, if you like the gifts?" Simon says the last part more as a question. I then look at the stacked gifts on the desk and back at Simon.

"I shall open them tomorrow morning. I don't feel like doing it tonight. But, anyway, is there anything else you want to talk to me about?" I ask him curiously. He then eyes me carefully and sits at the end of the bed.

"If you don't like it here, just tell me. We won't send you back, we won't. We don't want you to go back to that demon dad of yours. We want you to feel happy in this home. So, if we're doing anything to upset you just tell us. And, you have to go to a group talk tomorrow. You'll love it. And, that journal you can put anything in there. And, for dinner tonight we are ordering pizza, what do you want?" Simon asks happily.