Chapter 2

Only 3 more days until I'm out of here and like I'd hoped, I might actually spend my summer at home this time.

The first time I'd been admitted here, was during Summer and I had the same reaction as the boy from yesterday. Anger, frustration and much more was within me, believing that my mom was ditching me for a solo life and for her life to become easier. Time passed and I started to see things differently, I realised by me being away, my mom got lonely.

This resulted to her searching for attention elsewhere and gosh, what poor choices she made.

Talking about that boy from yesterday, like I'd thought, he was part of the newbies. He wasn't a happy guy, well who is when their parent sends them to a recovery center, identifying that you have a problem when you believe other wise.

After that small moment I had with him, more like a mistake, I never saw him again, even through supper he never showed. I guess he was still feuling on his denial and wanting to be left alone. Whatever it is, it is none of my business because very soon I'll be out of here, and my presence here will be a distant memory.

Taking in a deep breath, I enter into the dining hall and head straight for one of the dark grey trays, placing a plate on it before continuing on to the food section. Standing in front of the food section, I only give off a nod to the cooks, telling them of what I'd prefer before I go off to the end corner table, which I'd been seated at ever since I'd been here.

Through everything that I've done since I'd been here, I'd kept my head lowered and minded my own business. It surely has worked for me.

One would have thought I was a loner or never had friends before, but I did and unfortunately neither friendship lasted. They either ditched me or moved, therefore we lost contact.

Nonetheless, there is a person who I can definitely say without even thinking twice, that she was my best friend and that is Ella. We met here at the center and instantly hit it off through our venting about parents and life. She made my stay here accommodating, unfortunately just 5 days after we seperated, she died.

It was suicide, I think she believed that she had been ready for the world once more but she was greatly mistaken, she had not totally given herself time to get over so much and fully live. It was so sad and heartbreaking, it totally brought me back to that lonely place after my father's death.

Right after, I never tried making new friends again because I believed that I drove people away, even though I know better now. I still struggle with letting the thought go, I just know that one day I'll conquer the fear of letting people get close to me.

A sigh releases from my lips while I poke at my food. I'm quite not hungry right now, but I know better than to leave the room without even getting anything in my mouth and stomach. With a pair of chocolate brown eyes watching me like a hawk, I can't afford that mistake. One might think she's minding her own business but I know that Vicky's watching me, right from across the room.

Speaking of a pair of eyes, emerald green ones stare out into space from the opposite table and I can't help but to stare at him. It's the boy from yesterday and looking at him now, I'm jaw struck by how cute he actually is , no, cute is an understatement.

He is undoubtedly gorgeous, with his strong jawline and long lashes.

My cheeks flush when I realize that I'm the one who has been lost in thought for a few seconds, and now those eyes aren't lost in thought but are trained on me. Instant embarrassment washes over me and I move my eyes away from him and look down at my food, my long hair falls around me like a curtain, shielding me from those mesmerising eyes. Bless my hair.

Throughout the rest of dinner, I keep my hair down, not daring to look up.

Halfway through my food, an instant flush of nausea hits me, the spoon drops from my hand and I try hold everything down. My attempts fail even when I drink water and all I get, is some dizzy spell, where I have to grab onto my table for balance.

My eyes trail up to see furrowed brows with green eyes staring at me and before I can ponder on the look, a hand wraps around my wrist.

Without much thought and with her fruity scent, I know Vicky is right next to me. My eyes take quite a while to move from the stare down, a few minutes lasting before I avert my eyes elsewhere, looking up at Vicky, who only gives off a nod before helping me up to my feet.

I do all I can to hold on whilst leaving, with a pair of emerald green eyes burning holes behind my head.

It's been a few hours since my little incident at breakfast, I've slept through my nausea and had drank a bit of sweet water and of course milk, which makes me feel better.

Ever since I was a young, milk had always served as my personal medicine. Today being Tuesday means it's movie night and I'm totally not up for it.

Here at Everson, we have different events and programs which I've tried avoiding at times, but ended up joining. It was either Dr Anthon chose for me or I chose for myself, so I picked for myself. Each day has its own night activity, this is when we as the ' patients ' have no say but to just do.

● Monday - Group sessions.

● Tuesday - Movie night.

●Wednesday - Game night.

●Thursday - Group sessions.

●Friday - Jam session. (Poetry, live performances and more.)

●Saturday - Date night. ( We interact with other patients, a way of gaining confidence).

●Sunday - Our day off.

The one time where people are really given choices, is when you get to choose between a bunch of activities so you keep busy. Like how I had to choose between gardening and art class, I chose art because I suck at gardening.

For my schedule, I wanted simple and nothing hectic or too demanding.

* Monday - Yoga.

* Tuesday - Art and Visitation.

* Wednesday - Day spent at the mini library and Music.

*Thursday - Book club meeting.

*Friday - Pottery.

*Saturday - One on one sessions.

*Sunday - Spiritual therapy.

With me having been pretty busy today and I can't help that right now, I'm totally dreading going to the theatre room to watch yet another movie. I feel much better and there's no way I can persuade Vicky into letting me remain in my room.

She'll definetly never allow for me to remain in my room, wanting me to be out there and bloom, like the flower that I am. Her words not mine.

Meaning to head out of my room since a lot of footsteps sound in the hallway, I decide on closing my window first but unfortunately I do not get the chance, when a shadow, more like a figure appears outside and is crouching on the window sill. I stumble back in shock and only when with so much speed it moves, entering into my room does a scream escape me.

The intruder with the grey hoodie starts motioning for me to keep quiet.

Wait a grey hoodie? That surely stops me from screaming and to place my hand on my chest.

It's that guy again.

Hey what the flip is he doing in my room?

Now before I can shoot him with questions, quick footsteps sound in the hallway and they are drawing closer, panic shoots in and my eyes widen at the thought of us being caught.

Oh my word , this boy just arrived now and already he wants to get me into trouble. With my eyes frantically looking around in panick, his face shows off something totally different, something close to mischief.

The footsteps near the door and I turn to face it, ready to receive my fate.

The door jerks open and in comes Patrick, one of the male nurses and guardians, followed by a worried Vicky.

" Bea what - , " Patrick stops mid sentence while his eyes move behind me and with a resigned breath, I already know that they've just seen him too.

" I can explain." I start saying but I don't get to finish the sentence when Vicky stops me.

"Explain what exactly, that your window is opened at the middle of the night or why you screamed?"

Um, not what I was expecting.

I look over my shoulder, preparing to see the guy who right before my eyes, is gone. He just disappeared into thin air.

" Um, I was about to close it and then I thought......" I pause, trying to work out a good excuse.

" And you thought?" Patrick asks as both give me their full attention.

" I thought I saw, um, them." I whisper the last part, while my eyes trail down to the floor.

A hand touches my shoulder and my eyes lock with Vicky's concerned ones.

" No one's here." I hear Patrick say, stepping away from me and moving on to check the windows.

" Wanna talk about it?" Vicky asks.

I shake my head no." I'd like to be alone please. "

" Okay." She says.

" I think we should go, we don't want to miss the movie." Patrick speaks up again and I watch as a blush forms on Vicky's cheeks.

" What kind of movie will it be tonight?"

" Titanic. " Patrick responds, walking past us.

" Really?" I sigh.

" Yes." Vicky says, taking a step back , starting for the door.

" Titanic huh?" I smirk at her.

" Don't you start. Anyway, take the time you need, but I want to see you there, okay?" She warns lightly.

" Okay." I tell her.

"Good," she says, leaving me to sigh in relief, once the door closes.

Turning around , a scream almost escapes me when I hear something move from right under my bed. A head peeks out and it's none other then the boy, who accidentally bumps his head against the bed.

" Ouch." He groans out in pain, coming out from under the bed and moving to stand across the room, leaning against the wall.

I immediately lock the door, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. Silence stretches out between us and an instant discomfort shifts in the atmosphere.

" Are you okay?" I ask him, watching him continue to rub at the same spot.

He waves me off like it's nothing.

Another shot of silence stretches out between us and with the one question feeling heavy in my mind, I decide to just blurt it out before I become frustrated with curiosity.

" What are you doing in my room?"

We both stare at each other for a minute, before I start resigning to the fact that he won't speak.

I watch his lips slowly twitch and move, until a mischievous grin stays plastered on his face.

Oh lordy....