Insane

Lock Up

*Bella's POV

"What?" I whispered feeling my insides turn cold. I felt like the whole world had gone silent, I couldn't hear the wind, the guards, anything. I could only hear Justin repeating those hurtful things to me.

"Wake up" my voice came out as a whispered, to silent for him to hear me. I looked down on my lap and pinched myself yet it only caused pain. I looked over seeing Sisi's body curled up in Justin's chest protectively.

"It's your fucking fault! You should've stayed dammit!" He yelled. There was a flash in our direction but I was to afraid to move, afraid that this was actually happening.

"I'm sorry...I'm so s-"

"Sorry isn't bringing her back is it now? Don't touch her!" He raised his voice, I quickly retreated my hand from touching her cheek.

This sweet and beautiful little girl is dead because of me. She had so much to live for, so much to explore yet I took all that away. She wasn't sick like everyone else thought, she was an innocent little girl who had a gift.

Before I could apologize again or try to calm Justin down I was yanked by the arm roughly and thrown on the ground. My face was pressed against the cold dirt underneath me, my hands were pulled behind my back and a cold metal handcuff secured my hands in place.

My arms stung from the sudden pull but I couldn't do anything, nor did I feel like it. I wanted so badly to trade lives with her. She could have mine, I didn't care that I would be dead as long as she came back.

Justin needed her, she was the one who knew him and understood him the most. Me? He hated me. I couldn't comfort him during this time, I was the one to blame in his eyes. He was right thou.

I was having trouble breathing from the pressure the guard was putting on my back, it made my chest hurt especially since I'm a girl. I looked over to see Justin fighting off the guards who tried pulling him away from Sisi.

"Get your hands of her! Let me go!" He barked, his voice sounded slightly different. He punched one of the guards on his nose before being tackled to the ground. I watched as they did the same to him, and rushing to Sisi's body to examine her.

I was roughly pulled up and led back inside the horrible place that got me in this situation. If It wasn't for my mom and this asylum I could be free starting a new life like I always wanted. Now? Now I have a guilty conscious. I took someone's life today even if I wasn't the one who pulled the trigger.

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Tick tock

Tick...tock

Tick....

The water droplets stopped dripping down from the faucet. I sat silently at the corner of my room, with my hands crossed in front of me. This white jacket was making my arms itch, driving me crazy from not being able to properly turn off the faucet that's been dripping water all night long. It echoes through the room.

I shivered for the millionth time, this place really needed a heater, and a fresh bucket of paint. The walls and roof were no longer white but stained with black paint, mole, dried up blood, and other things that I don't even want to say. It smelled, pieces seemed to be peeling off, or rather falling off.

I was crouched on the a dirty lump of ragged clothes they call a bed. I was afraid of stepping foot on the ground, rats seemed to walk around not caring that someone was in here.

"Sisi, I'm so sorry" a tear rolled down my eye, I haven't cried in a long time yet it seemed I've been doing it all day. No it's not because crying makes you weak, it's more like I had trouble showing my emotions. I don't tell people I loved them, I didn't care when people I loved got hurt. I felt bad but I didn't feel it come from my heart, it was more like my brain told me to feel bad.

"Sisi I'm so sorry this happened..." I whispered, I didn't have much energy to talk, "if I knew that was going to happen I would have stayed. I really would, but....I can't take it back anymore." I wasn't sure how talking would help, she was gone, but if there was a possibility she could hear me from above I would try.

There was a knock on the side of the wall I was leaning against. I stayed silent and once again there was a a knock.

"Hel-lo?" My voice broke at the end from my dried throat.

Silence.

I continued thinking when another knock broke me from my thoughts. I heard mumbling but I couldn't tell what they were trying to say. Maybe some crazy person.

The tiny window at the bottom of my door slid open and a tray of food was shoved through. I wasn't going to bother to eat it but there was a small white piece of paper on top of it.

I carefully got up making my way to it. I opened it being greeted by the same hand writing.

Sometimes we lose people we love. One out, one more to go. We'll be together soon.
Have fun in my old room baby doll ;)

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Sorry I took so long to update. Studying for classes than finals were a hand full. But yay winter break!