Wilted

Chapter 13

I sit up straight in the chair, Mitchell is just looking at me. I take deep breaths; it was just a dream, it was just a dream. He draws more blood from my arm, bringing both containers to the machine. He types on the keyboard and then there is a loud ding. He pulls a disk out of the side and walks to the laptop beside me. Inserting it into the drive, a program pops up on the screen and he logs into the system. Staring at he screen for a couple of seconds, he suddenly slams the computer shut.
"What were my results?" I ask. He quickly gulps and chokes out,
"They weren't good Anna. They were automatically submitted to the doctors, the results were all they needed to prove that you're mentally unstable. We need to get you out of here." He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the chair. Lifting the full length mirror off of the wall, I see there is an opening behind; it looks like a long hallway. I step inside and he whispers,
"You can watch from in here." he says and I see that it is two way glass. He continues,
"Do not make a sound, and when I give you the signal, go down this hallway until you get to the end. Stay there and I will be there as soon as possible." It looks like he might say something else, but instead he reaches over and gently kisses my cheek. He places the mirror over the opening and I soon hear a knock at the door.
Dr. Carmon and Dr. Wyott rush into the room. Dr. Carmon starts to walk towards Mitchell, suddenly throwing a right hook, the loud crunch of his jawbone echoing through the room. He stumbles back and tries to steady himself. He turns towards the mirror and nods. I understand. I don't hesitate, I turn and run until my legs can't carry me anymore.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. School and dance practice have been taking up most of my life lately. I'm going to be try to update more often, but I can't make any promises. Thank you for my loyal followers throughout all of this. -Hannah