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Your Broken Wings Have Fallen Ocean Deep
By SteffiSevenfold

 

I woke up on the floor with a startled gasp.
My head jotted up and I looked around. Hayley wasn't in the room.
I looked down at my clothes and noticed they were wrinkled.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face before going to my dresser and tugging the drawer open.
"What the fuck?" I nearly shouted at no one inparticular.
None of my clothes strayed the dresser. Johnny's picture book lay no where in sight.
I frantically dropped to my knees and searched uneer the bed, then through the empty drawers again.
It has to fucking be here.
I looked over and noticed for the first time that my bed was made, but my shoes lay nowhere when they were right next to the bed.
I didn't have shoes on my feet.
I tossed the bedsheets aside, wishing, hoping and praying that my picture book would be there.
I ran tot he door and tossed it open. A group of kids walked down the hallway, Micheal standing behind them.
One of the kids that I reconized literally bounced up and down while the walked. Another gallopped and made horse noises.
Hayley walked in the front center of the group, a notebook in her hands and Oli on her side.
I almost ran up to her and when I got there, I hugged her.
She looked hesitant, but hugged me back.
"Hayley, where the hell is my stuff?"
Her faces twisted in confusion. "What stuff? Who are you?"
I glared at her. I'm not in the mood to play games.
"Hayley, I'm serious. Where are my clothes and my shoes and my journal and my book?"
Her face held amusement, but I knew her eyes well enough to know she was confused and a little frightened.
"Hey, Micheal, I think this girl needs Neil," my fingers clutched her arms like dead hands. She shook me off of her and I looked desperately at Oli.
This is some sick fucking joke and I don't goddamn like it.
"Oli, c'mon, tell them. I'm new here, you wanted to show me something, remember?" Oli looked at me with this miserable expression and my face melted.
My eyes drifted about the kids until they landed on Craig.
"Craig!," I nearly screamed and I ran to him, wrapping my arms around his body.
"Craig, please, you have to tell them. Stop doing this 'cause it isn't funny, I'm not fucking amused."
Craig looked at me with these scared eyes, probably asking himself why this lunatic was cursing at him and grabbing at his clothes.
The 'lunatic' part, I'm sure he was used to.
"Hey, Micheal," I broke away from him, standing a few feet from him.
"Craig, please," my voice dropped to nothing above a whisper. The entire group of kids were silent now.
"Craig, please tell them. I told you about my friends back home, my book. Remember? The popcicles on Brian's front steps? You said you wouldn't tell anyone, you promised."
I was pleading now, tears threatening to stain my face.
Micheal grabbed my arm with a gentle force and brought me to Dr. Neil's office.
"Micheal, please please please, let me call Johnny and he'll tell you. I can promise. Why are you doing this to me?"
I wanted to screech and scream at him, but I couldn't get out anymore than choked whispers.
Neil opened the door and looked at the scene before him.
Neil and Micheal had a short conversation which I blocked out. I was still begging to call Johnny.
It took half an hour of begging before he caved. Micheal walked me to Neil's phone and told me to hurry.
He stood over my shoulder the entire time.
I dialed and waited for him to pick up.
"Hello?"
His voice was soothing, music in my ears.
"Hey, Johnny. It's me."
His voice turned to that of confusion.
"Who?"
I frowned. "It's me. Val."
His voice sounded even more confused.
"I don't know any 'Val'. How did you get my number?"
I stuttered before I got out a coharent answer. "Johnny, this isn't funny. I swear to God, JC."
Now, he sounded dumbfounded. "How-? Nevermind, whatever. I'm hanging up. Don't call back."
A dial tone was the last thing I heard. Micheal grabbed the phone from my hand and hung it back up.
He walked me back to the nurses office, trying to refrain me from squirming.
I was shouting hateful nothings at him.
This couldn't be a dream. It's all too vivid, too detailed. I could feel his fingers, I could hear Johnny's voice, I could see Hayley's confused face.
The next thing I knew, I was surrounded my nurses administrators.
They tried to hold my wriggling, squirming body still. They strapped my wrists to a bed and tied down my ankles.
It was painful to kick and punch, but I did so anyway.
My voice became high pitched and I shouted a stream of cusses into the open air.
A needle pricked my bicep.
The room became blurry as the sedatives kicked in, and in no time, I was knocked out into limbo.
-
I woke up again, my mouth hanging open and drool running a wicked line down my face.
I was clutching my pillow to my chest and my knees curled up against my pillow.
My head shot up and I put the pillow to my face, brushing off the drool there.
My eyes looked down at my bandaged wrists. White and blue bracelets bordered those white bandages.
I crawled out of bed and ran to my dresser with wobbly knees.
I threw open a drawer and sighed a heavy sigh of relief when I noticed my clothes there.
I dropped to my knees and peered under the be at my soft shoes and slippers.
I got back to my feet with arms like lead anchors before riffling through my clothes.
I found the picture book that I charished so dearly. It was my life line.
I held it to my chest, my fingers wrapped to tightly around it that my knuckled went white.
A tap on my shoulder made me drop the book into my dresser and shut it quickly, with dear of an administrator finding it.
I turned around and Hayley stood there with a confused expression that looked familiar, but blurry and all too dream-like.
She regained her composer in half a second and a grin overtook her pretty, casper white face.
"Whatcha doin'?"
I shook my head and scanned my thoughts for an excuse.
"Just finding somthing to wear."
She nodded and turned around.
"What was that about?"
She stopped in her tracked and turned around again, her eyes confused again.
"What was what about?"
Anger rocked my body.
"You said you didn't know me, Hayley. You just let them do this to me without so much as a word," I held my arms out and her eyes widened.
She walked back over to me and gently took one of my wrists in her delicate fingers.
"Jesus, Val. What happened?"
Her voice held sympathy and concern. I wasn't fooled.
"You know damn well what happened, you fucking bitch!"
She staggared back, dropping my wrist in the process.
Her face looked genuinely hurt.
"Val, don't know what you're talking about. Ask anyone, I was worried sick about you yesterday. You didn't cooperate in group and then at breakfast and lunch you didn't eat anything. I mean, what was up? What is up?"
I looked at her, my face, voice and emotions faultering.
"I-. I donno, Hay."
She grinned and hugged me, a firm, sisterly hug that made me smile.
Hayley is fine. She was worried? I was fine. My things where they belong. So why do these bandages line my wrists?




Sucky but I need to go to the bathroom and I need a shower 'cause I have work in an hour.
Thanks for the reviews and sorry for the lack of updates on this. :DDD
<3

 

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