Deadly Devotion

Chapter Five

Elizabeth’s POV

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked my guard, f*****g Brian, who was taking me down the hall. A hall I haven't seen before and I've been here for about a month. A month and now people want to try and be friendly to me, like that girl who came to talk to me this morning and the same girl who's painting I fixed and made even more beautiful. Then she destroyed it.

"You can't attack people, you get punished." f*****g Brian said as he dragged me down the hall. He walked with my arm in his grip and pulled me along with him through hallway after hallway. I was growing more nervous and scared after every hall with fading light that passed by as we walked. Soon enough, though, we ended up at a door with the words "Ward E" painted in white. I looked behind me as f*****g Brian entered a combination on the copper padlock. I saw a small half darkened hallway, cell doors, and no end beyond the walls.

I heard the hatch of the door click and f*****g Brian was dragging me again. But not as far as I thought since there was another door right in front of us. f*****g Brian opened that door and I was thrown in, hitting a soft floor underneath me. I looked down to see a slightly stained weird white pillow like floor. I quickly turned my body to see f*****g Brian closing the door leaving me surrounded by the white stained room.

I hadn't cried in a long time, but I felt the slight trickle of tears run down my cheeks. I felt like a dog here. Treated like I was nothing. Through my tears I looked around the room. There was one wall that was fully covered by a mirror. I looked at myself, my body with some small bruises and small cuts, my long black hair a long tangled mess framing my small delicate self, and last but not least the old white patient dress I had to wear that showed to much of my body. For a fifteen year old with curves that is.

"Feeling sorry for yourself?" A voice asked and I screamed, franticly looking around to see where it came from. I seen no one but myself in the mirror.

"Great, I'm hearing voices now." I said out loud, waiting for a response. A slight small chuckle came and I looked at the mirror again. Even the voices thought I was a pathetic person.

"No, no I'm behind the mirror. I can see you. You can't see me. Safety reasons." They, or the more sounding he, said as his chuckle died down. I stood up and walked over to the mirror. I could only see myself standing in a pale skinned, black hair mess of a girl. I was small yet curvy. My eyes had no light, I was clearly tried, dead inside.

"Gosh, you are something. So what brings you here?" The voice was loud, clear, and it was defiantly the voice of a boy. A boy who could possibly be staring at me. I turned my back on the mirror and sat down. I wasn't having some pervert look at me through a mirror.

"I attacked another patient, a girl around my age I think." I said as I remember the hour before when I wasn't looked away like an animal. To think of it that's how everyone is treated here. They see us as worthless creatures, at least those in the green do.

"You attacked another patient. That lands you what? Two weeks here, max." The boy or man or the creep behind the mirror said. I was still trying to figure out how I managed to get in here just by slapping someone. It's not like she's going to have a bruise, I didn't even hit her that hard. Than again it's not like they care on how hard I hit her, it's the fact that I acted out that got me here. One month and I'm already figuring out how this place works.

"What's your name?" He asked after about five minutes of silence. I turned my head slowly, only showing half of my face to the mirror.

"Elizabeth."

"Hello Elizabeth, my name is Brad."

I turned back around and nodded slowly. I didn't really want to talk anymore so I gave up on making a conversation with this Brad character. I could care less anyway. I did more thinking then I did talking, and those who think lots have more to say. But I didn't matter much, no one listened to me anyway.

Brad hadn't said anything for an hour or at least that's what it felt like it had been, I didn't know if it had been an hour or two or three. But all there was was silence but I did know he was still back there, I could hear and feel it.

"How old are you?" His voice came quickly, almost like he didn't want to ask me. I turned my head slightly again, showing half of my face to the mirror.

"Fifteen." I spoke quietly. It was like I almost forgot what my own voice sounded like. Then it dawned on me, I'm fifteen and stuck in an asylum and have no way of seeing the light of day for how long.

After a while my thoughts were starting to consume me. It was silent for a very long time and I really hadn’t moved from where I sat down, excepted after a while I laid myself down. I tried closing my eyes and sleeping, but the silence was so loud it was overbearing.

I kept thinking of the outside world, what Alice was doing. Maybe she had already had a funeral for our parents, although I had no idea if they survived or not. Part of me wishes they did, then I wasn’t technically a murderer. But I still didn’t care.

For all they needed to know was that I hated them. Comparing me to my sister every chance they got and making me feel worthless was enough to drive me to do what I did. I just hope my sister would talk to me again.

“You don’t do much, do you?” I heard his voice again. Booming off the walls from the older speakers. I lifted myself up a slight bit and rested on my elbows. I looked at the mirror, again, to only see myself

“What exactly am I supposed to do? Run against the wall?” I questioned, quirking an eyebrow up slightly. I heard a small chuckle and then another voice that was faint and hard to make out.

I laid back down again as the silence engulfed me yet again.