Creature - |H.S.|

Eight

Harry

3 Years ago

I always hate how cold the hallways are here. Especially when you first wake up and make the escape out of your small room. The air is always so unfriendly and you're always left wishing you put more layers on than you're already wearing. The chilly air makes you lose all sense of grogginess, and lifts you completely out of your restless state. Not to mention the halls are always so bright. It doesn't help that the floor tiles, walls, and ceilings are all painted the same bright white color, making your tired eyes squint at the sight.

I especially hate how bad the dining hall smells here. The food smells exactly how it tastes and it's no wonder I've lost weight since being here. I usually just stick with a banana and an apple for breakfast and leave the rest for the other patients. I remember my first day I decided to try the eggs, toast, and bacon. The eggs we're watery, the toast was soggy, and the bacon was too chewy. Ever since then, I've just stuck with my banana and apple, steering clear of everything else.

I try to wake up somewhat early to beat the crowd of patients who all try to crowd their way in the small dining room. The room is surrounded with windows with the blinds always open, letting in the warm morning sun. It's like they want to remind us good things still exist in here.

This morning is somewhat slower. There's only a few other patients scattered around, some sitting at tables watching the news, others reading a newspaper, while a group of patients play cards at a table in the far corner. 

I grab my usual fruit combination from the bowl on the counter and nod to one of the cafeteria ladies before sitting down at my usual table. I pull my book out of my jacket and open it to where I last left off, peeling my banana while glancing down at the page.

Everything is so consistent here. My day starts out the same everyday, and before I know it, I'm back in my room trying to sleep off the monotonous day.

I don't see how this is helping me much, but I promised my mum. I made a promise to her and that's what usually gets me through my staggered days here. I just wish she would come more often. I just wish he didn't have so much control over her. I miss the way she would smile and when she was happy..genuinely happy. Now it's like she has a dark cloud looming over her head, always afraid to say the wrong thing.

I'm doing this for her. If I can do this, I can save her. I can make her happy again.

I must admit, the sessions are helping slightly. I'm too busy being drained of energy to feel mad. I'm too busy feeling like my entire life is withering away while my mother's is too. Sometimes when I'm in bed, I think about it too much and the thought alone makes me angry to the point I break down.

I never tell them though. I tell them what they want to hear, hoping they think I've made enough progress that I can leave.

I've been here for two months now. They never give me any insight on a departure.

The small room is filled with only sounds from the television and the group of patients who are excited about their card game. I need some sort of noise. I can't stand when it's quiet, and maybe that's why I hate when I have to go back to my room.

I begged them for them to let me have a small portable fan, something that will give off white noise, but they said it's against policy. Apparently it's something I can deconstruct and use against myself or other patients. So instead I'm stuck in a quiet room that leaves me with my insistent thoughts.

And they always win.

I finish my banana, placing the now empty peel next to me, before turning a page in my book. I briefly lift my head, trying to locate my apple on the table. I grab my apple but my eyes wander before becoming stuck on the table in front of me. There's someone new sitting there.

Her wavy golden hair is pushed behind her ears as she leans her elbows on the table, intently reading a book in front of her. She wears a light blue sweater, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Clearly she's new here. She would've known by now that the light sweater she has on surely isn't enough. She'll learn quick enough.

Her eyebrows furrow as she reads, concentrating on every word her eyes meet. She looks angelic and peaceful as she examines each page of the book. The light from the window simply shines on her, making her the brightest in the room.

She looks like an absolute angel.

I must have been staring too long because she slowly lifts her head up, her dark green eyes meeting mine. I freeze, feeling like a creep who has a staring problem. I awkwardly shift in my seat, bringing my lips into a line before nodding towards her.

I'm not good at communicating with women. After everything that's happened, I just decided that I would separate myself. It's better that way.

At least they think so.

She glances down at the book in front of me, noticing that I'm reading as well. She awkwardly lifts her book up, showing me the cover while barely giving me a small smile. I read the cover quickly before she lays the book back down in front of her, her eyes quickly darting back down to the page she left off on.

The Great Gatsby.

I wonder what that's about.

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