Chapter 3
I woke up in a insane asylum where, for the next 30 years,was my home. I signed and grabbed hold of a photo that i kept close to me for memories. It was a picture of me and my dad holding hands. I put the photo down and cried into my thin pillow.
"Why?!?!" I cried into my pillow, then with all my might i screamed as loud as i could into the pillow,letting out all my anger. Thanks to my pillow being too thin the secruity came in with a weapon and a worried expression on their face.
"Whats the problem?" Both of the buff men yelled with a bat in their hand.
"Nothing." I mumbled,loud enough for them to hear me.
"Whatever" They scoffed and continued "Lunch is ready."
I glared at them. I was starving but ever since the incident, I dont deserve food. I just wanted to go inside my tiny closet,lock myself in it and die. "I'm not hungry.." I said.
Once again, They scoffed. "Madam May isn't going to like this" They both looked at eachother and then at me for what feels like an hour. After that, They left the room without another word.
"Madam May" I thought to myself then clenched my hands together. Madam May is the reason im in this place! She may be nice, but I still hate her! I kicked the floor, that was a lie. Madam May is like a mom to me. She's cared for me for the 9 years that i've been here. She hates it when i refuse to go down to lunch and her two twin sons, the sercuity guards, Jim and Jimmy always would snitch on me.
I heard the door open and I didnt even bother to check who it is.
"Go away!"
I felt a soft touch on my shoulder, it was Madam May,
"Taylor, You know that I hate it when you dont eat." She sat down next to me looking at me with her not-so-big gray eyes.
Madam May was an old women,almost 70, but you would never notice. Shes a tall women, with gray hair matching her gray eyes. She always has her hair in a messy bun and wears a black short buiness dress,which I thought was sicking.
"Whatever. Don didn't like it either.." I said trying so hard,and failing miserbly to not cry.
She sighned and opened up her arms,which I accepted as in invitation into a hug. I cried into her chest. "I had that dream again,May" I called her by her cute nickname that I called her.
"There,There hun, It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes." She patted my back and i hugged her tighter. She got closer to my ear and whispered into it "You start school next week" Which I admit, caught me off guard.
"W-what?" I stopped the hug and lightly pushed her away.
"You heard me" She said with a smile plastered on her face.
"I-I cant!" I stood up and put my hands into fist. "I wont!"
"You dont have a choice, Tay." May replyed.
I really wanted to go, but i couldnt. I wasnt ready. The only thing I wore for the last 9 years was an ugly blue hospital gown.
"Were going shopping tommorow." She smiled cheerfully at me and I hugged her again.
"Thank you." I smiled
"You're welcome"
"But how? I still have 30 years left to go in this pigsty."
"Im the owner of this 'pigsty' so watch it. And I have a story you might wanna hear." She giggled.
I sat down next to her and made myself comfortable. This was gonna be a long day.
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I Got The Scars To Prove It
RomantizmTaylor Arnie, A 16 year old female with a dark past. Taylor's abusive dad, Don died when Taylor was only 6 because of her.. What happens when Taylor goes through the same thing, but with her Love-Life? she begins to wonder if life is even worth liv...