Colors

Four

Around three my phone buzzed. I unlocked it to see that my friend Sam texted me.
Sam: where were you?
You: I stayed home.
Sam: why? Is everything okay??
You: yeah, just don't feel well, don't worry about it.
Sam: okay well, want me to come over?
You: nah, you don't have to.
Right after that text was sent, the doorbell rang. I got up and shuffled to the door. My hand turned the doorknob and opened the door. Sam was standing there holding a bag of Wendy's.
"I came over anyways," she smiled.
Sam's long red hair was curled and in loose pigtails. She was wearing a blue sweater and jeans. Sam walked in and went to the living room. She sat down on the couch and opened the bag.
I closed the door and sat next to her. She pulled out two chocolate shakes, two 20 piece nuggets, and two medium fries.
"So, I stopped by Wendy's after school cause Wendy's is great when you don't feel well," Sam smiled, shoving a nugget into her mouth.
I nodded and sipped on my shake. We sat in silence for a minute until Sam picked up the remote and flipped through the stations. I hit her arm when she landed on American Horror Story. She grinned and we began to watch it.
After four hours of watching, my mom came home.
"Hey, Sam, I love you and everything but you gotta get home," mom said, leaving the front door open.
"Oh okay, I'll talk to you guys later then," Sam said, standing up.
Mom smiled and we watched Sam leave. Once she was gone, mom shut the door and she walked over to me. She had a strange look on her face.
"Mom..."I said warily.
"Tomorrow at four...a van for the Institution will come," mom said, her voice catching in her throat.
She's really sending me away? She's really going to throw me in there!?
"Don't do this," I said, grabbing the hem of my shirt.
"I don't have a choice. I don't want you to suffer," mom said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You don't want me to suffer!? Do you know where your sending me!?" I almost screamed at her.
"They have a 85 percent success rate. Addy, they helped Ben, they can help you too," mom said, sniffling.
I shook my head. This isn't happening. There's just no way.
"Addy, it's out of my hands now. I'm sorry but you have to pack. They'll be here tomorrow around four. All you need are loose clothes, sneakers, and a few desirable things from here. Like a few books, pictures, small things like that," mom said strongly.
"...Okay," I muttered.
I stood up and trudged to my room. I'm not happy about going. Actually, I'm afraid of going. But there's nothing I can do to change it so. When I got to my room, I opened the doors to my closet. From there, I pulled out my black and purple suitcase and laid it on my bed. Then, I grabbed my loose clothes; sweat pants, hoodies, t-shirts, pj pants, and sweaters. I folded them neatly and placed them in my suitcase. Then I grabbed my favorite purple boots, vans, converse, and several pairs of socks. After I placed those in my suitcase, I gathered up some books, a few pictures, a new sketch book, and some pencils.
Once I was packed up, I went to take a shower. I stood under the warm water when it happened again. First it was the headache. Then the whispering that grew louder.
"Addy help me! Help me!" a mans voice screamed.
I shook my head.
"Addy please! Please! Help meeee!" the voice yelled.
I peered around the shower curtain. There was a man in in front of the door. He was frantic. Then his face turned to me. I gasped. It was Ben. He was crying and his eyes were wide with fear.
"Ben..." I whimpered.
"Help me," he said.
And then he was gone. It felt like my chest had collapsed. Suddenly, I had troubles breathing and my vision blurred. My back hit the wall and I hugged my knees. Once I could breathe again, I turned off the water, dried off, and collapsed in my bed.