Can You Save Me From The Broken? (Andley)

Chapter: 15

My feet were cold as I began walking down a white hallway. The lights burned my blue eyes, a slight wind making my hospital gown move around my feet. I was quite confused on how I got in this gown, actually confused about everything. I had no idea where I was, not a clue if I was dead or alive.
I love you
Those words kept racing around in my thoughts. The simple three word sentence caused a pain and longing in my heart. It was Ashley, my Ashley who spoke the three words before everything went back. I was scared out of my mind on what was happening, on what happened to me. I had to wake up, I needed to wake up to figure out the answers to my questions.

I began to force my eyes open, just focusing my brain on that one action. I was strong enough to do this, I was going to do this not just for me but for Ashley. Even if he caused this sleep on me, I would still love him to death. Nothing could prevent me from seeing those dark chocolate brown eyes again.
"That's good Andy keep trying to open your eyes." A strange voice said.
Who was that? I know it wasn't Ashley so who could it be?
I opened my eyes to a white room, what is with all the fucking white!? I turned my stiff neck to see a man in a light blue outfit. I tried moving my arms and legs but soon found out they were tied down. I began to pull at them more, trying to get free from the straps tight grip.
"Andy please calm down everything is ok. We did this so you wouldn't hurt yourself when you woke up. If you cooperate we will untie you and give you the regulated clothing." His deep voice soothed me to calm down.
"W-where am I?" I asked with shaky voice.
"Your at Hawthorne, we're here to make the voices go away."
I was in a mental hospital, someone had put me into a mental hospital. I wanted to cry, scream at the top of my lungs, but deep down I knew I belonged here. I needed help, and I was going to get the help that I needed.
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After I had answered all the doctors questions, they had finally untied me. They gave me some ice to ease the burning in my wrists. I got put into a white outfit and sent to general population where everyone else was. They told me that I had to see the doctor everyday for check ups, and go to the support groups every Monday's and Fridays. I had to try and talk, the more I opened up and talked, the faster I was able to leave this place. At the ending of the day from 7-9 was recreational time where you could play games, talk to other people, and be able to have phone calls and visitors. I was so happy I was going to see Ashley for three hours during the end of the day, if he came to see me.
Right now it everyone was reporting to lunch, I had a nurse escort me down to where it was. Everyone wore the same outfits I was, standing in line waiting to get served. I grabbed a tray, standing behind a buff guy with tattoos. I was shaking in the shoes I was wearing, but I didn't let it show. I moved up more, watching the lady place a sandwich on my plate. I scooted to where everyone else was going, grabbing a juice and some fruit. Facing the huge cafeteria was hard, everyone sat in little round tables talking among themselves. I felt so out of place, I had no one, I knew know one.
I found and empty table at the far end of the place. I dragged my feet towards it, sitting down and crossing my legs Indian style. My black hair hung in my face as I slowly unwrapped the plastic off my sandwich. I took small bites, just waiting for the nurses to say it was over.
I finished up my sandwich, taking a few sips of my juice before throwing out the rest. The bell rang out saying it was the end of lunch, thank god, now it was time for group sessions. I just sat there ticking down the minutes till I get to see my beautiful Ashley again during visiting hours.

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Hey guys sorry for the late update, I just stared to write again after going through some major writers block. I hope you liked this chapter. Vote, comment, and share. Also be on the look out for a new fanfiction I'm writing and soon to be posting.