Beautifully Broken

7

"Evie are you ready to talk to me now?" Ms.Fox asked through intercom of my now padded room.

I've lost count of how many days it's been I have been here, I'm sure it's been four given the baths I was allowed to take but I could be wrong.

Today was the second day that Ms.Fox came to see if I was ready to explain my actions.

Yesterday I screamed in her face, it was a shriek of unnatural measures.

My voices.

They were all lose again in my head.

The medicine wasn't working,

Well I wasn't taking them.

I was throwing them up as soon as they forced me to swallow them.

Today's method was to put give it to me in a shot.

It hurt like a bitch.

Today I was back to the normal they liked.

I sat on the corner of the padded room holding my knees to my chest.

I just wanted to scream.

But I also wanted to get out of this room.

I missed my books, my journal, and Miles?

"Evie, if you're not ready it's okay. We can try again tomorrow." I heard her voice boom through the speaker again.

I hadn't spoken much since I got thrown in here, only when I yelled was the first time a sound came out of my mouth.

"Yes. I'm ready." I finally spoke, my voice sounding hoarse.

It took a few minutes and I heard the door of my dungeon unlock and I saw Ms. Fox come in with her clipboard and her grey suit and he hair in a slick pony tail.

Once the door closed, she walked to were I was and sat down in front of me.

I raised my head to meet with her eyes.

She looked at me with such sincere eyes and a little bit of hurt but she quickly cleared her throat and began the timer on her watch.

"How are you feeling today?" She asked taking her pen out and clicking the ballpoint pen.

"I would like to shower." I said.

She looked at me and smiled, "I'm sure we figure that out. How are you feeling though?"

I cleared my throat and pulled my loose tangled strands back away from my face.

"Tired."

"Understandable. So do you feel like talking about the incident that got you here?" She asked as she kept her eyes on me and then back on the clipboard.

I didn't want to talk about what happened in the cafeteria because I didn't feel sorry.

Martha had it coming, nobody and I mean nobody talks bout my mother and gets away with it. She was honestly lucky I didn't kill her like the voices told me too.

Martha has always been a bully but she never really targeted me like she had now and I was honestly tired of taking the bigger route.

More so that after Miles left me in the art room I began to feel things I didn't enjoy feeling after.

Feelings.. I don't do well with those things.

Miles gave me a sense of relaxation after my orgasm but after I started feeling things that girls normally felt after sexual activities. Those were the feelings I didn't want but were emceeing. So when Martha provoked a response out of me, yes I lashed out on her extremely.