Forever And Ever.

50

As soon as I woke up I knew where I was and I knew I needed to get out no matter what. I got off the bed and looked around the room, locked window, locked door. I found a pile of clothes that had been set out for me to wear, high waisted jeans and a stone roses T-Shirt (the one everyone knows that's white with a lemon on it, obviously), a blue zip up jumper Jacket, blue socks and black ankle height Converses, my bra and knickers were also blue to match but I opted out on wearing the bra because, fuck the patriarchy or something like that.

I combed my brown hair in the mirror and put it up in a half up half down ponytail, using a blue scrunchie that had been left out. I was pretty sure the mirror was two-way so, I tapped on it, then smiled and waved just in case. "Um, is there any make-up around here?" I ask no one in particular, that's how these places work someone has to monitor you 24/7 when you first come in. "I look like a rat that's been half eaten by a cat, then run over twice". Also, I had to look somewhat pretty making my escape incase the paparazzi were waiting for me. Soon enough I heard a key turn in the door and a woman that looked an awful lot like Miss. Trunchbull from the hit movie Matilda, based on the even better book by British children's author Roald Dahl.

"Good morning, Jess, how are you feeling?" She asks me.

"Well, I'm ok thank you" I reply, you have to pretend to be nice to these imberciles so that you dont seem suspicious.

"Great, well, my name's Mavis, thats like Jarvis but with an M and its pronounced M-ay-vis, where as Jarvis is pronounced Jar-vis" she rambles, her explaination falls flat. Like... why do I care how her name is pronounced? I dont even reply, I just stare at her dead. "Well, ok, this was left for you" her voice sounded awkward as she handed me a makeup bag, at arms length.

I take it from her "thanks, I guess, why wasnt it left in here?".

"Because... we didnt think you'd be as... alert as you are" she replies "they had you on some strong stuff yesterday".

"What did they have me on?".

"Largactil" she replies. Largactil (pronounced exactly how it looks) is a kind of sedative prescribed for mental patients suffering from schizophrenia, bipolar, basically any psychosis. It doesnt send you to sleep in most cases though, it just makes you a walking zombie. Im talking drooling all over yourself and staring at walls.

"Oh harsh" I reply "but still, I wouldnt have eaten it or anything". I go over to the mirror and start doing my makeup. Iredescent white eye shadow, pale pink lipgloss, eyeliner, mascara, brows, all the works. I was definitely camera ready.

"Oh before I leave, you have a visitor coming today at four" she says.

"Whats the time now?" I ask "who is it?".

"Its twelve now, medication time actually, I'll go and get them" she replies "I'll find out who's coming aswell, wont be long". She leaves the room, shutting the door behind her, but not locking it. She mustve forgot.
I look out the window, its the same garden as last time. I can see the bench where liam and I sat with patsy off her face. I can see cars, it looks like a motorway just past the trees, great a way of escape once I get out. I cant leave out that unlocked door now, thats too obvious.

"Yer not actually gonna fuckin' do it are you" I hear from behind me. I turn around and Liam is sitting on the bed. I roll my eyes and smile. "Yer wont get very far, you couldnt even escape school back in the day".