The Broken One

***Trigger warning***

I mope into the cafeteria, feeling depressed. All I want is to go home.
I don’t bother with picking up any food, knowing I wouldn’t eat it if I did.
I sit down at my usual place and lay my head down on the table, feeling sort of numb, depressed. If I could get out of this place I wouldn’t even mind going back to school. That says how terrible it is here for me.
I get bored quickly and watch the people around me. Since coming here I've became quite a people watcher.
I notice Quinten appear in the doorway with the girl I had talked to the other day, Jayden. As she walks back to the table I notice her slight limp, and stiff posture, it’s like she's in pain.
Curiosity gets the best of me and I stand up and walk over to where she sat down.
“Where does he take you every day at lunch?”
I ask her. She looks up at me, looking completely out of it, almost a crazed look to be honest.
“Punishment, he has to punish girls if their bad”
She mumbles, blinking slowly, starting to look around with a confused expression appearing on her face.
It’s like she's been drugged.
“What do you mean punish?”
I ask, my heart starting to beat faster than normal. Something is wrong here, seriously wrong.
Jayden doesn’t answer me, instead she gets up and starts hobbling unsteadily up to the lunch line. I watch her go, wondering if I should follow her and keep trying to pry answers out of her.
I decide against that and leave the cafeteria, my mind wandering and I walk down the halls, pausing at windows before moving on.
I just can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen.
~~~~~~~
The rest of the day passes slowly, time moving at a crawl. I spent most of the day in my room, lying on my bed, sometimes trying to read some sappy romance novel I found in the dayroom and sometimes trying to sleep.
I wake up around 7:30 from a short nap I was trying to take. I get up from the bed and stretch, remembering Quinten should be around with meds soon. I go over to the window and lean against the ledge, staring up at the stars.
I jump when I hear a knock on the door that breaks me away from my thoughts. I turn around to see Quinten standing there, holding the cup with my medications.
“Nighttime meds”
He says, walking towards me and handing them over. I take the cup and look inside like I always do before taking them.
“What’s that blue one for, that was never there before”
I say, not completely trusting Quinten.
“Just an adjustment the doctor made, it’s something for depression”
He says. I look at him for a second, getting a shiver. I notice that he hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he came in here.
I force myself to swallow the pills, expecting him to leave after I do. To my unpleasant surprise he doesn’t though. He walks slowly around the room, examining everything. I remain standing at the window, watching him.
“I warned you not to talk to Jayden anymore you know”
He says after a few minutes in an odd tone.
“I don’t exactly enjoy it when people tell me what to do”
I say, noticing that my heads starting to feel a little strange.
“Not many people do”
He says quietly, a creepy smile growing on his face. He goes over to the door and shuts it, taking a key out of his pocket and locking it. Only nurses have keys to the rooms so the doors are almost always kept open.
“What are you doing?”
I ask, my body feeling tired all of a sudden, like I am in dire need of sleep.
Quinten doesn’t answer. Instead he walks back over to be. I try to move away but end up stumbling as if I were drunk or something. Quinten catches me and I try to pull out of his grip, but I'm too weak. I'm too far gone to realize that he's drugged me, that the strange little pill that had never been given to me before, wasn’t just an “adjustment”.
Quinten pulls me over to the bed and pushes me down onto it. My mind is swirling with confusion as he starts to yank my clothes off.
“St-stop”
I sputter, my voice quiet and weak. With every move I make, dizziness falls over me like waves crashing down in an ocean.
I try to slap his hands away but he just pushes my arms down and continues.
“Maybe next time you’ll do as your told. Disobedient girls get punishment”
He hisses, getting my shirt and bra off before ripping my pants and underwear off also. I try to move away and hide myself but with the dizziness, weakness and confusion, I'm unable to.
Before I know what’s happening, Quinten is on top of me, his clothes having been quickly removed right after mine. I feel his hands start to grope me and I make a weak, unsuccessful attempt to stop him.
I whimper as he leans down and sucks hard on my chest, surely leaving a hickey. I squirm underneath him but it’s not enough to bother him. Quinten continues roaming my body with his hands as I start to cry. I give up on my pathetic attempts to resist and just lay there, motionless.
After a few minutes, Quinten gets bored and moves down between my thighs. He spreads my legs and I feel him force his way into me. I whimper and clamp my eyes shut, wishing that I was anywhere but here, doing anything but this.
Quinten slams into me over and over, relentless and uncaring about how bad he’s hurting me.
After what seems like eternity, he finally finishes and collapses on top of me, making it hard for me to breath.
“Get off”
I say as loud as I can. It comes out as a whisper that he either doesn’t hear or chooses to ignore. But after a couple minutes he rolls off me and stands up. He picks up his clothes from the floor and puts them on. He goes to the door and unlocks it. He glances at me once more before walking out and down the hallway to somewhere else.
I struggle to reach for the blanket. When I get a hold of it I pull it up over me, shivering. I'm too tired to get my clothes off the floor and back on.
I curl up in a ball on the bed and pass out soon after.

Notes

Today was the last of final exams and I'm so happy :) :)

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