*Brooke's POV*
She had handed him the folder, and she started to cry. She tried to make it look like nothing happened, but it was obvious. We didn't say anything to upset her more, so we just stood there. She hugged Mason and he just stood there. SHe knew he didn't want to hug her bck, he probably just wanted to leave this place, being trapped in here for so long. I giggled lightly as he looked at me, we were thinking the same thing. He didn't want to hug that wackjob. He grinned at me, and she let go out her hug. Blake grasped her hand and shook it. Without a word, from either of us, we wlaked out those double doors outside into the fresh air.
*Mason's POV*
I gulped in a mouth full of air, something I haven't done in years. It felt good, being trapped in that place for 9 years and all.I walked passed that rechid sign, happily almost running. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw a person standing on a chair.
*Anonomyus POV*
It was all too overwelming, everything. I only had a couple of months but I couldn't handle that. I never could by myself, never. I was so used to having someone to help me. Not anymore that person left, like all the others. The camera was on, sitting ontop of the lavander desk, with a bolld red light. Blink. Blink. Blink. Non stop it went. Blink. Blink. Blink. It was silent, no one here to help me now. I stopped the fan wih my right hand latching the rope onto it. The other half was tight on my neck. The stool that I once sat on when he helped me through all the hard times. He had been there. The crash. Everything. When they told us the next day that they had not survived. He was there. Through it all. Even when they told him to leave, he fought them. We ran. And ran. They found us, they brought us back here. He had stopped me before. Flushed those pills right down the drain. But not this time. He wasn't here this time, not like all the others. I let go of the chair, my life flashing before me. The chair on the ground, I could hear myself croaking. This was it. This was my time, I did it right. Everything was right, until I realised the blinds were still open and he. Stood there right before me. Watching. My. Every. Single. Move. Tears on his face, he was the last person I saw. Before the world went black and, this time I knew. I had done it right.
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A Smile That Could Kill.
Novela JuvenilSixteen year old Mason is kept in a mental hospital his whole life. Surrounded by nothing but annoying nurses, like Jen, he hates living there, but has no where else to go. Fifteen year old Brooke, along with her step father Blake and mother Dana, w...
