Get me out!

Six

Rebecka POV:

The feeling that rush through my body like a wild river scares me. Stella is constantly pushing in my mind and is incoherently rambling on. I can't even catch half of what she says. When Adam touches my skin sparks erupt and spreads through me. My head is spinning and Stellas rambling makes it impossible for me to focus on anything. I want him to go away. I can't act normal when he is near and I need to be normal. I have to be normal or else I'm never getting out of here. I beg Stella to be quiet but he notices it. He forces me to look at him and I'm lost yet again when I look into his eyes. The warm chestnut brown eyes is looking at me with concern. Stella is going wild in my head and she is so close to taking controll but each time I manage to push her back in the last second. 

    "Do you know what a werewolf is?" He asks me and all the air in my lungs vanishes. I stare at him and I'm trying to figure out if he is messing with me. 

    "How... how did you know?" I force out. 

    "Who is Stella?" He looks at me with a piercing gaze and I lick my lips. Can I tell him? 

    "Of course you can tell him!" Stella screams in my head.

    "What if it is just a test. They already think I'm crazy. If I say I have a wolf in my head that I named Stella they are going to lock me away."

    "You are already locked away. Come on, tell him."

    "Stella is... She is my wolf" I say and see a smile on his lips. Why does he smile? s**t! This really was a test. He just looks at me and I feel the panic spread in my body. They're going to strap me to the beltbed. They think I'm insane. I never should have told him about Stella. 

    "He wouldn't do that. I trust him. I want to be near him!"  Stella cries and I shake my head.

    "You made me tell him. Now everything is going to be a nightmare. He needs to go. I can't controll you when he is here."

    "Rebecka?" He asks and I want nothing more than for him to keep talking. It's both heaven and hell. His low voice spreads a warmth inside me but at the same time Stella is harder to controll. 

    "Go away." I say, my voice breathless and rushed. "Leave me alone." 

    "No." He says and the panic takes its grip around my throat. 

    "Go away!" I scream as tears start to slide down my cheeks. I claw at my throat in a desperate atempt to make the air go down to my lungs.

    "Rebecka stop! You are hurting yourself." He grabs my wrist but I snatch them free and push him away. He takes a few steps back and stares at me with a chocked expression. My head feels like it is about to explode and Stella is constantly pushing on my mind. I don't listen to her. I push her back. I struggle to breath and the room start to spin. My eyes roll back and darkness consumes me. The last thing I see is  Adam rush forward to catch me before I fall to the ground.

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I slowly open my eyes and peer at the bright sun that shines through the window. My throat is dry and the skin on my neck stings. I reach up to scratch it but my hand is reastrained by the straps around my wrists. Oh no. I'm on the beltbed. I start to hyperventilate when I feel a hand on my arm. I look up at Lisa who watches me with sad eyes.

    "I can let you loose but you have to promise not to hurt yourself, okay Becka?" I nod and lick my dry lips.

    "Can I please have some water?" I whisper with a hoarse voice. 

    "Sure." She goes to the faucet and pours me a glass. 

    "Where am I? Am I belted?" I ask nervously. 

    "No, you were thrashing around and we didn't want you to hurt yourself more so we restrained you. I will take them off." She says and takes them off. 

    "What happened?" 

    "You talked to Adam, apparently you told him about the voice... in your head. Then you started to panic and fainted." She says. I just stare straight ahead. It was a test. He told them. I'm screwed. "Becka? Becka please look at me." Lisa pleads but I can't move. I can't belive I told him about Stella. What person in her right mind just tells a stranger that the voice in her head is a wolf? No one does that, only an insane person. They think I'm insane. 

    "I'm not insane." I whisper.

    "I know you're not." Lisa says and strokes my arm. "I know who Stella is." I snap my eyes at her. 

    "What did you say?" 

    "Stella. I know about her." 

    "I don't know what you're talking about." I say and look away. If I deny it, maybe they wont lock me away. 

    "I'm talking about that voice in your head. The one you call Stella. She helps you, doesn't she? When Ron attacked you last night, she helped you fight him off. Didn't she?" I shake my head.

    "Brian attacked Adam. I didn't have anything to do with it. I tried to stop him. It was his knife. He tried to attack him from behind but I tried to stop him." I say just to make her change the subject. 

    "I know Becka. Adam and Monica told me what happened." 

    "I was in chock. I didn't know what I was saying. He must have missunderstood me, Stella is... was a friend of mine from my childhood." I fumble nervously with the blanket and avoid eyecontact. "Where is he?" 

    "Adam? He's talking to Michael. They're discussing your treatment with the doctor." I tense up when I hear her words.

    "Why?" 

    "You shouldn't be here. If we've assessed this right then you don't belong here. Maybe we will be able to transfer you..."

    "I don't want to." I interrupt. In my mind there are flashing images of a small room with matresses on the walls and floor. No windows, 

    "But Becka..."

    "I don't want to transfer. I don't know what Adam was talking about. He lied." I rush out and hug my knees close to my chest. "I don't whant to see him again." As the words leave my lips I feel my heart break. Just the thought of never seeing his face again. His dark brown hair that always fall down in front of his eyes. His chestnut brown eyes. The comforting scent of leather and peppermint. It tears me apart. 

    "You don't mean that. I don't know what you are scared of but he would never hurt you Becks. You would get out of here Becka. No more fear of the other patients. Hell, if we are right you don't even have to..." 

    "I want to be alone please." I know it is impolite to interrupt but I can't take it anymore. The fear that they will lock me away paralyzes me and I feel like I can't breath. Lisa pats my arm and leave the room. When I hear the door close I let the tears run free. They are the only part of me that are free.