Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]

Chapter 88: Hayden

Sunday, 3:41 PM EST

I’m not sure how long I was out for, but I know it was a long time.

I’ve spent all but 30 minutes I had to attend a mandatory group meeting in, just laying here on my bed. I can’t stop thinking about how bad I want to get out of here. 

It’s crazy that, just a few hours ago, it upset me to hear that I was being discharged. But Jena let shit get way too crazy. 

Maybe it really is time I lock her up for good…

I’m going to do what I have to so Sarah doesn’t have to deal with Ren’s bullying anymore, but once I’m out of here? I’m going to take my medication, I’ll go to the outpatient programs, and I won’t look back…

I’m going to be Hayden, nobody else.

Ren bursts into our room, draining what little energy I’ve recuperated with her presence alone.

“Hadey-poo!” she sings, prancing over to where I lay on my bed. “Did you tell Ryan to bring me something to smoke or drink? I still want to have fun.”

I nod my head, unable to find the energy to string a verbal response together. She doesn’t care; she’s already onto her next question.

“Are you coming up to party with me?” she asks. “Your baby won’t die or whatever… It’ll be a going away party!”

I knew she’d ask if she didn’t assume I was going to go. I’m sure she’d like me to witness what she perceives to be her taking the only good thing I had. That or the fact that I’m leaving has this girl changing up her game.

“No, I’m going to sit this one out,” I say, mustering up the energy for it though I’m sure it’ll only end in her throwing fit.

It won’t change her mind about going, so I don’t care.

“What?!” she whines, throwing herself down on my bed beside me. She turns to glare at me. “Why? I thought-”

I cut her off, no longer able to bring up any energy to deal with her right now.

“Ryan can’t sneak a whole party out, Ren,” I snap, though with little emotion. “Either you can go or I can go, but we’re both not going. Got it?”

She looks upset, but she takes a few moments to find words.

“So are you just going to mope around?” she asks, her brows furrowed together in dislike.  “Because if you’re going to be a little bitch about it, you can go. I’m over it.”

That was such a sudden shift in demeanor. Is that how I am?

I roll my eyes and find the energy to respond to her in my thoughts of Sarah. I’ve got to get rid of this girl for her.

“No, you go,” I tell her, still with little emotion. I force a smile on my face. “Have a blast, too. Live like there’s no tomorrow.”