Faceless

Chapter Four~ Unwell

I've been in the hospital for two weeks, I just haven't been able to have a clear thought until now. The doctors put me in the psych ward, they all think I'm crazy. I've been given every pill and drug for schitzophrenia but of course it didnt help because what I have is not some treatable condition. It can't be helped nor fixed.

"Hey Baby." Jason says as he walks in. I know you're probably wondering why I haven't broke things off between us. I just can't...It's stupid.

"You know I can't have any visitors until after two." I force a smile and hope it's convincing.

"Well, you can tell the doctors you were talking to a hallucination." He says and I know he means it as a joke but it stikes a chord with me.

"I'm not crazy..." I mumble. I've been saying those words since I got here. "My dad just doesn't want to deal with that." Shaking my head I take a seat.

Jason sits on the bed next to me and lets out a sight. Was he honestly annoyed with me? It's not my that everyone seems to think I'm coo-coo-for-cocoa-puffs. I wouldn't be suprised if i was sent to the nuthouse before next week is out.

"Well I know you aren't crazy," the way he said prooved otherwise, "but, if you don't show the doctors that then you wont ever get out of here."

"Jason..." I just shook my head and immediatly realized it was a bad idea. My head was throbbing. "I know, I'm sorry." i shrugged it off.

"Hey... Winter," he spoke softly and pulled me onto his lap. He was trying to comfort me but my body tensed up with his touch. It just felt cold and distant to me now.

After about an hour he left the hospital to go to work, I didnt mind. I was tired and the nurse had pumped some drugs into my body. Before I passed out I closed the blinds and played the cd that was supposed to be soothing.

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I don't know what time it was when I woke up but it was getting dark. I debate if I should eat the gross hospital food but decide against it when my stomach does a summersault. I was just about to fall back asleep when there is a rapid knock on the door and my dad walks in.

"Hey sweetie!" He says in a cheery voice. An annoyed groan is my only response...well that and a glare that could make a lion run in fear. My father throws his hands up in surrender and steps outside.

"Thee is this guy here to see you, he's been in the lobby all day." He says. "He wasn't allowed to come up until I came by." And with that he disappears down the hall and Liam walks in.

"He-" I cut him off before he can finish his greeting.

"Get the hell out." I say sternly and stand up to seem more intimidating but the IV in my arm made that sort of difficult.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay...I was worried about you." Liam looks at the ground, he couldn't even face me in this condition.

"Well I'm not fucking okay, now get out." I speak with strength I don't feel and honestly didn't know I had. He took a few steps forward and tried to speak again, I react by throwing random things at him. To my distaste he dodged every.single.one.

"Winter,stop!" He yells but i completely ignore him. When I ran out of things to throw I start throwing sloppy punches.

Next thing I knew Liam had his arm wrapped around me. He was trying, and failing, to stop my thrashing.

"Rosie!" He yells and this time I stop. My name wasn't Rosie but, something about that name made me stop. It sounded so familiar...and so right. When my eyes looked up to meet his he looked shocked that he'd said it. "I-I'm sorry" He said but didn't let me go.

"My name isn't Rosie." I say softly, feeling dizzy from my fit. He seemed torn, obviously he felt that I was her. After a moment he shakes his head.

"You're right, you aren't Rose." Liam led me to the bed, helped me lie down, and headed for the door. "Ihe sorry I intruded." Then, without another word, he was gone and i was left confused...again.

Why had that name tugged at my heart so?

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I know I'm terrible. I leave y'all with so many questions and then just ADD MORE.