I sit in the overstuffed chair, my knee bouncing with nervous excitement. It has been three days! Three horribly long days, but I now get the chance to talk to my family. I still have no idea if Beth and the others are making any progress on getting me out of here. Maybe after this meeting with my family, they won’t have to. I’m sure my parents will get me out of here once I explain what’s going on.
The following days passed by in a numbed down blur. Every day Doctor Harris, the woman doctor, was making me believe her more and more, and it was so depressing. If Zeke was my boyfriend, he’d been here by now. The same for Margo, Adam, and Fletcher, well Fletcher would’ve just come to laugh at me but he would’ve come.
The man laid a hand on my shoulder, concern on his face. lay a hand on my shoulder. “It’s alright Olivia. Take deep breaths. Your system is full of some heavy drugs and once they’ve run their course you’ll find it easier to think clearly.”I don’t answer. I repeat in my head s
I sit in the window seat and look out onto the street. I hug my knees to my chest. The foggy feeling is still there a little, but it is fading. Apparently, the doctor in the institution had me doped up on some heavy stuff. With my head clearer, the confusion is gone. I’m not insane, or at least, not delusional. My memories are clear and concise. Henry and the others do exist. The sound of someone rushing upstairs and Zeke’s familiar scent hit me long before he peaks into the room as if he isn’t sure he should come in or not. “Hey, Olivia.”
Beep…beep…beep. The rhythmic beeping of some machine was pulling me back into consciousness. Beep…beep…beep. My eyelids are heavy, heavier than I remember them being. My mouth feels like someone has stuffed it with cotton. My eyes finally come unglued only to be assaulted by bright light. I slam my eyes shut, voicing a groan in complaint. I turn my head, even that feels heavy, and I slowly open my eyes to a squint. I can’t see much but I can already tell this isn’t my bedroom.
“Well look who’s finally awake,” a woman says in an all too cheerful tone. I turn my head to look over at her. She’s an older woman, thin, with red hair. I watch as she flips through what I assume is my charts, making sounds of approval. “Looks like you’re finally stabilizing. That’s good to hear.”
It’s only a twenty-minute drive from the hospital to my apartment. I get out of my parents’ car and walk up to the main door. I stop before going in to wave at them. I yell to them, “I will call you guys tomorrow, promise.” My dad waves back and starts the car. I watch them for a moment before going inside. It’s decorated with muted colors of red, peach, and gray. All I hear is the soft electronic buzz, otherwise, the building is silent. It is one of the reasons I decided to move here instead of on campus. I want a higher education, not the college experience. Parties, frat boys, sororities, and all that is a big no thanks f
I forgot I didn’t have my car so I didn’t get to class as soon as I wanted. That meant I couldn’t talk to my professor like I wanted either. I figured I would catch him after the class instead.Sitting in my seat, I listen to his lecture. It seems I didn’t miss much yesterday from the way
I stare at the computer screen, my eyes tired from hours of staring at the bright screen. I’ve spent hours trying to understand what was going on. On one hand, the doctor told me one thing but my memories and the clothing told me another. It didn’t make sense and that terrified me. I’m afraid I might be going crazy. Seriously, what my mind is telling me that happened Monday was that I was attacked by a creature that obviously doesn’t exist.
I sit in the window seat and look out onto the street. I hug my knees to my chest. The foggy feeling is still there a little, but it is fading. Apparently, the doctor in the institution had me doped up on some heavy stuff. With my head clearer, the confusion is gone. I’m not insane, or at least, not delusional. My memories are clear and concise. Henry and the others do exist. The sound of someone rushing upstairs and Zeke’s familiar scent hit me long before he peaks into the room as if he isn’t sure he should come in or not. “Hey, Olivia.”
The man laid a hand on my shoulder, concern on his face. lay a hand on my shoulder. “It’s alright Olivia. Take deep breaths. Your system is full of some heavy drugs and once they’ve run their course you’ll find it easier to think clearly.”I don’t answer. I repeat in my head s
The following days passed by in a numbed down blur. Every day Doctor Harris, the woman doctor, was making me believe her more and more, and it was so depressing. If Zeke was my boyfriend, he’d been here by now. The same for Margo, Adam, and Fletcher, well Fletcher would’ve just come to laugh at me but he would’ve come.
I sit in the overstuffed chair, my knee bouncing with nervous excitement. It has been three days! Three horribly long days, but I now get the chance to talk to my family. I still have no idea if Beth and the others are making any progress on getting me out of here. Maybe after this meeting with my family, they won’t have to. I’m sure my parents will get me out of here once I explain what’s going on.
I feel the warm sun on my face. It should have been a nice feeling, but that mixed with how thirsty I am and I just feel like I’m baking. Turning my head from the sunlight, I slowly open my eyes. My brain is buzzing painfully as if it was full of angry fire ants. I stare at an unfamiliar wall. My thoughts are sluggish. I blink and open my eyes wide to wake myself up and focus. Something isn’t right. I don’t feel right.
“So she didn’t disappear off the face of the planet then,” Michelle joins in. She stands next to Kristen.“Hey guys, how’s it going?” I notice the nasty looks they’re giving me. “What’s wrong?”
Yet again, Zeke somehow short circuits my brain and we’re in my bed. The look of smug satisfaction on his face makes me roll my eyes. “Don’t look so smug,” I tell him as I sit up and look for my clothes.“Hey now,” Zeke says, grabbing my pajama pants and just as I do. “W
As Beth and Margo settle in, I’m trying my best not to get territorial. I can’t help feeling a little like they’ve taken over my apartment. Their things are everywhere and I do mean everywhere! When Margo started placing several ceramic cats around the living room, I had to go to the bathroom and scream into a towel.
My stomach is a bundle of nerves and guilt as we arrive at Henry’s house. Somehow agreeing to let Beth stay with me meant that Margo was going to move in as well. We pulled up into the driveway.“I’m going to start packing,” Margo says excitedly as she gets out of the car and race