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Curtains Close; Take a bow. I think we fooled all of them now.

Chapter 94 - Your Voice Makes My Heart Skip Beats, So Keep Quiet Before

Rain's POV

"Welcome!" She smiled, but it didn't seem so sincere. "So we are going to need you to sign here, and my colleague will take your luggage to be searched."

The taller man stood by the door, and he started to approach me. "Searched?" I asked, swallowing hard. He took my things from me instantly and led out of the room.

I felt uncomfortable. I stood bitterly in front of the desk, missing my babies and Oli. My spine was aching and my hands were shaking. I didn't know what was going to happen here.

The lady at the desk allowed me to sign everything. Watching my hand scribble my signature on the last line at the bottom of the page made time stop. As soon as I had signed here, I would be under their control. Shutting my eyes and watching them fill with water, she took the papers from me and placed her arm around me.

"You're a good girl. I can see that. Just unfortunate." She tried to comfort me, but it was beyond her control. I wanted to turn back. But I couldn't. I forced myself to walk down the dreary hallway. The white walls and plastic floors were clashing against my clothes. She led me to a small open door. "Here." She said, opening it wider for me.

Walking inside, I saw three beds and my suitcase at the end of the room. The man was still searching through it. He noticed my presence and turned to me.

"I found a razor in your bag..." He sighed, holding it out in front of me.

I nodded and sat on the end of the nearest bed.

"I can't let you have that." He picked himself up off the ground and left me alone in the room.

I walked over to my things, scattered carelessly over the floor. Hesitantly, I started to pack them back up again and slid the suitcase under the empty bed. I was still teary, but I didn't want to cry. I should have been happy about this. I was going to be a better person after this.

The woman returned to me after a good half an hour and asked if I would want to go to the main room to meet some of the other patients. I presumed that this was a good idea, but I hadn't met new people in years. Plus, none of these people would be mentally stable. But I reassured myself that I would fit right in with them.

Walking inside, there was a heavy smell of cleaning products and old chairs. People were talking to each other and playing board games and cards. And it looked as though I was the only person with a frown on my face. Everyone looked so happy. It seemed so calm and simple in here.

As I stood in the doorframe, everyone went quiet and looked at me. They all looked motionless, just starring at me. But everything was calm, until a younger guy shot up and started shouting at me.

I stepped back in shock.

"Fuck!" He cried. "No fucking way..." He fell onto the ground, sobbing over his knees. A man in uniform helped him up from the floor and tried to escort him out of the main room. "You'd love to take me away again, wouldn't you!?" He chanted, starting to look angered. He was quickly brushed outside, to where you could hear him yelling from behind the double doors.

The woman behind me gestured for me to go back inside. "Sorry. He's one of our most troubled patients. He's very unpredictable. We've tried various treatments, but nothing seems to be helping when he gets like that. He's had a bad past."

I nodded in an understanding way and sat down infront of a group of younger girls to introduce myself. We spoke for a little while and played cards together. I listened to their stories, and it made me feel better. There were people out there with similar struggles to me. I wasn't the only one who was suffering. Eventually, we were called for dinner.

One of the girls explained the dinner plan to me. All of the people with eating disorders would sit on one table and everyone who occasionally had unpredictable twists were evenly spread across the room. Apart from the guy from earlier. He was sat on a table on his own, with one of the carers watching closely by at him.

He kept turning round and looking at me, smiling and crying every time he caught my attention. I thought it was strange, he seemed so happy to see me. I thought it was best to keep my distance from him though, for he looked like he could hurt me.

We were told to go to bed after dinner. Everyone would have to be asleep by 10:00PM. Returning to my bedroom, i got to meet my other room mates who were older and all single mothers. We chatted for a while before turning the lights out and falling asleep.

A flashing light on my face woke me up. I sat forward, shivering in the cold as I tried to see what was blinding me. Looking over at the window, the young man from earlier was outside, starring at me from the window and shining a torch onto my face.

I got up from my bed and covered my eyes from the light. I wondered over to the window, looking back to check everyone else was asleep. I opened it for him and looked him over.

"Rain..." He whispered.

"How do you know my name?" I whispered.

He placed his hands over his face and let out a sob. "You don't remember me, do you?" He cried.

Notes

THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR GETTING TO 100,000 READS THATS CRAZY THANKYOU GUYS <3 I'm going to introduce a new character :) yay exciting stuff...

Comments

Quality read, I love this story so much, can you check out my new story please? I'd appreciate it and wanna collab

Anyone who is reading this, I'm actually the writer of this story, I just deleted my tumblr account that was linked to this a while ago. I wrote this years and years ago, and I think it's pretty poorly written at the start, so apologies lmao. But anyway, I made a new account, I'm older now so my writing has gotten better, I'm taking English as an A level too so everything is good. I'm in the process of writing something new, but I'm totally annoyed with the lack of views it's getting. It's got a kind of similar story involving drugs and pregnancy and stuff so check it out? <3 Its called "On The Vacant Canvas, We Should Be Waiting", and I've based some parts of the story ie. drugs and fights etc. on experiences that actually happened to me and my friends so it's quite a personal story, as I think it should be.

@SparklyRainbows
Thankyou so much, I've been really good lately, and I hope that you can be too, and I'm glad you're enjoying it :) You better stay awesome too, hun <3

I just want to let you know, I stated until 6:03 in the morning, reading the ever loving fuck out of this. This story is amazin . First of all, this story spans over years, not months or days like most storie . Second of all, I have a real connection with both Oli and Rain (which is one of the character names in my story, too!!!). I struggle with self harm, alcohol, and drug abuse, and this chapter really connected with me especially. Whatever you're going through, I've never met you, but I believe in you. I'm proud that you're five (or more) days sober, and you definitely better keep it up. You're a strong person, and it's really awesome that you're doing good and writing an amazing story while you're at. Stay beautiful my lovely creature!!

I really felt the connection in this chapter with the Alcohol abuse. I really liked this update, a lot x