Rain's POV

The sun was shining down onto my white bed sheets. I moved my hands around in the air, tracing the sunlight beams by eye. A nurse tapped on the door, and poked her head inside.

"Goodmorning Lucy, goodmorning Tia..." She said to the other girls I was sharing the room with. She wandered down some more and to her surprise, saw me filling the usually empty bed. She raised her eyebrow and smiled. "And who is this?"

I sat forward. "Rain." I said.

"Your name is Rain?" She laughed, looking out of the window. "I thought you were on about the weather!"

Her sarcasm wasn't easily taken here, and all three of us looked at her harshly in silence, before she stopped laughing and started doing her job. She handed the two other girls some tiny pill pots. Then she walked over to me, holding the final one. I looked back in horror.

"What are those?" I stared at her, feeling uncomfortable.

She looked at the pot in her hand and read it for a second. "It's the high dosage stuff for you, I'm afraid. Don't worry, we will monitor you very carefully. We prefer to start you with a high dosage to try and keep everything all in tip top condition. Then we will slowly lower the dosage until we think you are ready to have nothing at all."

I took it from her hand. Two pills inside this tiny pot. They were purple too. Slightly alarming, as I thought it looked like some sort of drug you would buy on the street to "trip" on. Besides, I slammed them back and threw some water down me so that I could swallow the large capsules. I'd do anything this place told me to. I was so desperate to be cured.

After dressing myself I walked down the hall into the main room. I couldn't see anyone. It must have been breakfast time. Walking into the main dining hall, I noticed how the room was set up exactly the same with everyone in the same place as yesterday. I sighed at the grey walls and white flooring before grabbing a croissant and some iced tea...

"Cold Tea!? Why would you want that? Tea is supposed to be warm."

I shuddered. I could see his face smiling at me. Just like it was yesterday. His beautiful brown eyes and his gorgeous tattoos. He would hold me back then. He would show me his life and his stories, but protect me from everything. But he was a mystery now. Something different. But no matter what, I missed him dearly.

I saw Joe sat at the table on his own again. I put my breakfast down on the table in front of him. The carer who was watching over him nudged me. She took me aside and whispered to me.

"Are you sure you want to sit with him? He is very unpredictable. He has multiple personality disorder and a severe case of bipolar." She said, glancing back at him to make sure he wasn't listening.

I nodded. "He seems alright." I replied, walking back over to the table already.

I took a seat at the table and started eating, occasionally looking up at Joe as if I were trying to start a conversation, but we both had nothing to say.

He wiped his mouth. "You're skinnier than I remember." He said.

"Thanks." I replied, covering my bony wrists.

"It looks weird." He said.

"Thanks." I replied, feeling slightly heaved over how straight forward he was being. I tried my hardest not to react to him. He couldn't help being this way. He'd been fucked up with all the drugs he was on. Deep down he was the kid I used to know before he left the chair.

Notes

Joe changes! :o