Two weeks.
It's been two fucking weeks that Luke has been in solitude.
Two weeks that I've spent in my bed.
Two weeks since I've eaten.
Two weeks of cutting my self.
Two weeks of the voices nonstop talking.
Two weeks of crying.
Two weeks of being lonely.
Ashton came knocking on my door yesterday to try and get me up, but I told him to go away. Every time the nurses get me out of the room, I just sneak back.
Whenever someone brings me food I just throw it away. I don't want food. I want Luke.
Dr. Roberts said this was going to help him get better. What if while he's in there he realizes he doesn't love me. That he doesn't want to be with me. God I love Luke. I couldn't imagine not being with him.
They said he was getting out after a week. But then kept him in there for two. I decided to go to Dr. Roberts office to find out when he was to be released.
So I got up, put on some fresh clothes and tried to manage my terrible hair. As soon as I walked out my door though there were a lot of patients leaving group and going to classes.
While I walked passed them I heard whispers.
"Did you hear? Luke got out of solitude today."
"Have you seen him?"
"No one has accept the guards and nurses." I turn on my heel and look at the two girls who were talking about Luke. I ran the opposite way for Luke's room.
I run down all the blinding white hallways to get to the very familiar white door with the numbers 397 on it.
I finally reach the door and stop.
This is it.
I'm finally going to see Luke after two weeks of him in solitude.
Two weeks of me laying in my bed.
Two weeks of me not eating.
Two weeks of me cutting myself.
Two weeks of the voices talking nonstop.
Two weeks of crying.
Two weeks of being lonely without the love of my life.
I open the door and see him laying in the bed. He's facing the wall and he has his blankets pulled up to his chin.
I almost cry of happiness. "Luke." I say walking over to him to see his face.
It's been two weeks since I've seen his face. His beautiful face.
But when I see his face, it's not how I remembered it. His eyes are sunken in and bloodshot. He's pale and he's a lot skinnier.
Tears are running down my face. But they're not the happy ones. Luke looks up at me and starts crying too. I climb into the bed next to him and he puts his arms around me.
"What did they do to you Luke?" I say in between sobs. He barley chokes out the words that make my blood turn cold.
"They tortured me Ronnie."
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Mad House|l.h(Book 1-)
Fanfiction"Isn't that why we're here? We're all insane." He said a smirk forming on his lips.
