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The Broken One

Prison Food

“Hello Cynthia, please sit down, the dark haired therapist says. I sit down in the leather chair in front of her desk, folding my hands in my lap. Normally I would have been tugging on my sleeves but the hospital’s uniform like outfits don’t contain long sleeves. That’s one of the things I hate about having to wear them, everybody can see my bandaged and scarred arms.
“So, my papers about you say you’re here because of a suicide attempt and a self-harming problem. Do you agree with this?”
The therapist asks. I nod. She writes my response down on the clipboard that’s sitting in front of her.
“I'm also aware that your parents were killed in a car crash a little while back and that your now living with your adoptive parent, Andy Biersack”
She says matter-of-factly. I nod, growing sad as she mentions my parents.
“If you don’t mind me asking and you feel comfortable enough to explain, would you please tell me why you attempted suicide”
She asks gently. My eyes fill with tears and I shake my head.
“Not ready? I understand. Umm, you went to Bridgeview High School right? How was your experience with that?”
She asks.
“Bad”
I say, not wanting to elaborate on it.
“How so?”
She asks.
“People didn’t like me”
I say vaguely.
For the next half hour our conversation goes on like this, her asking questions, me avoiding answering them. She finally calls the session done and calls for the nurse to come get me.
The nurse leads me out and to the cafeteria.
“You need to go get your food and then find a place to sit. No food is allowed in any other places except in here”
She tells me before walking off to go talk to someone else. I walk up to get in line for lunch. After I get my tray and plate of food I look around for an empty table. The last thing I want to do is sit next to someone I don’t know. Half the people in here act like lunatics.
I spot an empty table in the back corner of the room and go straight to it. I sit down in the plastic red chair and take a look at the food I've been given. On my plate is what looks to be chili and a bowl of fruit. It reminds me of prison food which is exactly what being stuck in this place makes me think of, prison that is.
Instead of trying to choke down the food I observe what’s going on around me. At many tables there are small groups of kids talking and at others the kids just sits there, either eating and ignoring everybody or just staring off into space.
I notice the nurse gave me my medication earlier, Quinten, come in. He scans the room before going over to a girl and leaning down to whisper something in her ear. The girl stands up, a scared look on her face. He takes her by the elbow and pulls her out of the cafeteria. That’s odd. What would he need her for, all he does is give out medicine. Whatever, its none of my business anyway.
After about fifteen minutes, people start going to up to the trash cans and put their trays away. I follow others up and do the same. Just as I get to the cafeteria entrance, the girl that Quinten had taken out walks back in. Her hair is messed up and she looks like she's been crying. There's a red mark on her cheek, as if she’s been slapped.
“Are you ok?”
I stop and ask her. She looks at me, looking scared.
“Uh, yeah, I'm fine”
She says, sounding the exact opposite of fine. She walks off before I can ask anything else. I watch as she scurries back to her table and sits down. I shake my head before walking down the hallway to my room. As I step into my room I see movement out of the corner of my eyes. At the end of the hallway is Quinten, watching me with an annoyed expression. I stop and he turns and walks away, out of my view.
Something in the back of my mind tells me that something is wrong here but I can’t quite figure out what.

Notes

So is Quinten a bad guy?

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~becca

Comments

@Haley Blade Sixx
I'd love to hear your idea if you want to message me it or something.

Oh my god! If you wanted to write a sequel to this I have an idea that could be pretty cool.

this was such a good story, dam, i loved it you did such a great job.

AWWWW BEST STORY EVER!!!!!!!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO END!!!!!?????
Ella Biersack Ella Biersack
3/15/15

Aww, so sad...

Saminbvb Saminbvb
3/14/15