A few hours later, I was in class, resting my chin on my hands again. I chose the chair near the window so I could look out whenever I wanted. It was my escape.
“Anna,” Emilie whispered behind me. “Yeah…” “You didn't help me with my French yesterday; my evaluation is this afternoon.” “I'm sorry I forgot.” “Can you explain at least some things to me over lunch?” “Okay…” “Thank you! Thank you! You are a sweetheart.” Professor Ryan continued talking about the different religions that exist in the world while I looked at a tree in the garden. “Cowards will not enter the kingdom of heaven…” I remembered the hooded man's words from the night before. Who was he? I was sure he was a patient here, but what was he doing on the roof of the girls' wing? An image came to my mind: his grey eyes and those thick lips. That was all I could see of him. I sighed; I had to stop thinking about this stranger. The rest of the day was the usual routine; more classes. I had a little fun teaching Emilie French during lunch; she wasn’t very good at languages. I left my last class, and we headed to the dorms. Emilie kept me company as she told me about her home. I was holding my books to my chest, paying attention to her story. “I yelled ‘Stop it!’ but he kept bothering me,” Emilie said, laughing. I felt someone approaching and turned my head forward. I stopped abruptly: A thin but well-defined boy was coming toward us; he was wearing the uniform of the psychiatric hospital: a blue shirt and matching pants. He looked ridiculously fit, with the muscles of his arms defined but not exaggerated. He had his hand inside the pockets of his pants, and I recognized him immediately. It was him... it was the hooded boy. He had a very attractive face: a sharp nose and perfect, defined cheekbones. He had thick eyebrows, as dark as his messy hair that fell around his ears and forehead. He had unique grey eyes and those full lips that I remembered so well. He walked toward us, looking at me, disinterest clear in his expression. He passed me by, and I swear I saw him smile. “Anna? Hello?” Emilie's voice brought me back to reality. “Huh?” Emilie giggled. “He totally dazzled you,” she added, smiling at me. “He's handsome, isn't he?” “He…” “Ah, it's a shame he doesn't talk.” “What?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Yes, something happened to him, and he stopped talking. I don't know the whole story; I think he's new. He's the son of the director of the psychiatric hospital, so that's why he can walk around the girls' wing sometimes.” “Why was he admitted here?” “That's a very good question; I have my conspiracy theories about it. I think it's post-traumatic stress because he stopped talking for a reason. Something bad happened to him.” “Wow, you've become quite the psychologist.” “Thanks.” My mind was still reeling from what she had just said. He wasn't talking? I was sure he had spoken to me the night before. It was him, wasn't him? I couldn't be wrong; those grey eyes were unique. I arrived at my room even more curious than before. I sat up in bed and wrapped my hands around my legs, pulling them toward my chest. I rested my chin on my knees. I sighed, falling back onto my comfortable pillows. I was waiting to go to the bonfire. I covered my head with a pillow but then pulled it off to let out a breath of air. My eyes found the ceiling. I struggled to find a motivation to go, to push myself just a little bit harder. Most people associate depression with sadness, but it's so much more than that. A depressed person isn't always locked in a room crying with the lights off. Sometimes, it's that girl you see smiling in class, talking to everyone; or that joking boy who makes you laugh. They wear masks, and they can project joy even if it's not genuine. Depression can only be measured in greyscale; there is no black and white when it comes to the human mind, which is so complex and indecipherable. It is also a common misconception that we all handle depression in the same way. Our minds are unique; I will never understand why, if we can see that we are physically different, we find it so hard to believe that we deal with our problems differently. For me, being depressed was like seeing life through a fog, not being able to feel or remember why it matters to still be here, wondering what the purpose of it all is. Life literally becomes meaningless, and living each day is a constant battle, like you are always drowning. Oh, and the pain... There is no physically caused pain that can match it. It's like a void in your chest that consumes and takes everything away, taking everything from you. I closed my eyes and remembered the nightmares. No, I didn't want to sleep; I didn't want another nightmare. I didn't want to hear that voice; I didn't want to see the blood. I got up; I had to go. I needed something to entertain me. I needed to see something other than these four walls. Maybe, by distracting my mind, I would be able to scare away the nightmares. Determined, I waited for Lyra to go to the bonfire.“Lyra, wait!” I exclaimed as I followed her through the dark hallways of the mental institution. She was walking fast. We were heading for the bonfire, but at that moment I regretted my decision. If we got caught, I doubted I would come out of this unscathed. But the adrenaline was flowing through my veins, and it felt good. The clock was almost striking midnight. “Just hurry up,” Lyra whispered as she continued on her way. I stared at her back as I silently followed her; Lyra had a nice body, I must admit. She was wearing tight jeans and a white long-sleeved t-shirt. She had a small waist and rounded hips. Her black hair was in a ponytail. She looked really good, which made me evaluate my outfit once again. I was wearing baggy pants and a loose purple shirt with a pair of purple Converse. I sighed; looking attractive had never been my thing anyway. “Anna?” “Hey?” “You can see the guard over there.” She pointed ahead; there was a young woman sitting in front of a metal gate. “She
I wondered as I realized I had nothing to do there; I had no friends and only knew Lyra and Flynn. I sighed; maybe I shouldn't have gone there in the first place. I heard some girls laughing, and I remembered my little sister. The way she laughed was unique; I always remembered that. Looking down, I felt sadness wash over me once again. I missed her… a lot. It’s hard when you’re used to seeing three people every day of your life and then suddenly lose them. I sighed; maybe I should just leave. That place wasn’t for me. I stood up and started walking toward the path that would take me to the school’s backyard again. I felt a few stares on me, but I paid them no mind. I looked at the ground, trying not to step on a rock, and crashed into a strong chest. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, taking a step back and rubbing my nose. “Are you okay?” a soft voice asked, and I looked up, staring at the source. There was a blond man, staring at me with big green eyes. He looked so much like Luis, my crush
I was frozen; the hooded boy was there in front of me. I didn't expect to see him. I had so many questions, yet for some reason, I couldn't get a word out. His grey eyes looked deep and intimidating to anyone who looked at them. I lowered my gaze, trying to avoid his. “Anaís.” I looked up in surprise; he pronounced my name perfectly. “That's your name, right?” “How do you know my name?” “I just know,” he shrugged indifferently. “I must say, you're not very good at hiding.” I... “Although you are good at hiding what you feel.” “What? What are you talking about?” “Nothing, forget it.” “What do you want?” I asked, remembering that he had found me, so he had the right to ask me something. He moved his head to the side and then took a few steps toward me until he was close enough for the fragrance of a delicious cologne to brush my nose; it smelled very good. “What do I want?” he asked, pacing around me, making me nervous. I felt like prey about to be devoured by its pred
"Anna!" someone shook me by the shoulders. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a blurry face. "Anna?" I blinked a few times until my vision became clear. "God, it's so hard to wake you up," Émilie added, leaning back. I looked at her in confusion, forced myself to sit up, and looked around, realizing I was in my room. "What happened?" My head ached, memories of the previous night filling my mind. The bonfire… Logan… Xander… the blood… him… Oh my God… I exclaimed, jumping out of bed. "What's wrong?" Émilie asked, surprised. "The blood… I…" I checked my clothes; I no longer had on the purple t-shirt and dark pants that I had put on before going to the bonfire. I was in pajamas. I felt totally disoriented. "Hurry up! We're going to be late," Émilie said, standing up and then walking over to the mirror. "Where is the blood?" “What blood?” Émilie frowned, fixing her red hair. "I... I was... it wasn't a nightmare, was it? I came back to my dorm last night, and there was bloo
“You have a secret admirer!” Émilie exclaimed excitedly after I showed her the little piece of paper. We were having lunch after our morning classes; three days had passed since the day I received that note. "I don't think so," I said, taking a sip of my apple juice. Isn't this just like a romance novel? he said, adjusting her glasses. I mean, he sends you a letter, Romeo and Juliet style. It's not a letter. It looks like a letter to me. Well, it's not, I repeated. I wasn't as excited as she was about it; I had no idea who could have sent that note, and those possessive words gave me chills. I didn't want to think that it was the killer. He couldn't get in here, right? Lost in my thoughts, I stared at my sandwich. It didn't look appetizing; I wasn't a fan of food lately. You're not going to eat that? Émilie asked, worried. Food was a sensitive subject for her. You ate half of your food yesterday, Anna. You need to eat more. I know that, but ever since my parents died, ea
Get away! I asked, trying to escape, hitting his chest. He just chuckled. You're scared of me? Why should I be afraid of you? Why do you steal people's pencils? I don't think so. His smile grew. You are funny. “Well, you’re not,” I said bitterly. He leaned toward me, his minty breath caressing my nose and lips. I tried to push him back, but he remained motionless. Leave me alone, Logan. His eyes widened when I said his name. I immediately covered my mouth with my hand like a child who just accidentally let out a secret. Logan leaned back, smiling. "You know my name," he said triumphantly. "You've been asking about me, haven't you, Anaís?" No! Of course not! I just... happened to hear someone say it. You're lying. I'm not lying! I answered nervously. Without being able to stop it, I was already blushing rapidly. I looked away, embarrassed. One of his hands took my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes again. I swallowed hard, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, his
Well, when I was a kid, I used to steal some snacks and then hide in the basement of my house to eat them. “Did I mention you’re weird?” I said, looking at all the candy. I hadn’t eaten my lunch, so I was a little hungry for the first time in weeks. Yeah, and we agreed that you're weird too, so it's not a big deal. He offered me the candy. "Do you want some?" I nodded, grabbing the bag. I started eating while Xander was telling some stories about his childhood. I laughed a lot with him; he was a very funny person. Hey, don't laugh! I'm sharing some very personal experiences, he tried to sound hurt. I'm sorry, but did you really try to cure your dog by giving him cough medicine? I laughed at the end of the sentence. Who does that? I was just an innocent child. Excuses, excuses, I muttered, rolling my eyes. You know what, Anna? I think you're bad, he said, sounding childish and then looking away. What? I'm not bad! I defended myself, trying to get his attention. Okay, wo
My sobs were the only sound that could be heard throughout the ceiling. I tried to control my tears, but they kept rolling down my face. Images of my little sister smiling and playing with me were breaking my heart. Logan held me tightly, as if he were trying to keep my pieces together. The pain was unbearable... I had never felt anything like this before. It was the first time I had allowed myself to feel the loss of my family, and it was devastating. I looked down, forcing the tears to fall straight into the air instead of rolling down my cheeks. Elise... her smile... How could she be gone? She was just a child... she couldn't have died; it had to be a nightmare. Elise... I whispered her name in a broken voice. I never thought saying her name would hurt me so much. Logan let go of me and turned me toward him. I was crying uncontrollably, but I kept my eyes on the ground. I felt so embarrassed. He held my face in both hands, his palms soft and cool against the damp skin of my