If You Don't Know

“Come on Tori. You have to go away for a little while.” Hannah cried, helping me out of the hospital bed. “This nice man is going to take you away.” She continued. I knew where I was going. It was finally happening again. I knew it would. I just fucking knew it. “Luke.” I spoke, my voice breaking. “What is it Tori?” He said walking up to me. “Why did Ashton have to go away?” I asked. He gulped, “His proposal, it was all fake, he’s done it before too. I just thought, maybe you could change him back. You’re a fantastic person, I mean, his mom didn’t even know, and look how broken up she is over it all. He unplugged the IV that was giving you your meds, and blood, and your heart flat lined.”



I could feel my heart breaking. I cried and fell onto Luke, “Shh Tori. It’ll be okay. I’ll come visit you when they’ll let me. Okay?” He said and I shook my head. “I’m done with band members. Fuck you guys!” I shouted and allowed the psych house doctors to take me out of the hospital. Hannah and Oli followed me until they put me into the van. They waved me off. There was no one else in the van but me and the two guys.


I let out a loud sigh. I hope Luke didn’t take that hard. I didn’t mean it. I just have bad luck with band members. But they’re really good friends. We stopped and were at The Maudsley Hospital. I had been here once before and hated it. Everyone was rude, and it was like a trip back to the 1970’s, it was demonic almost, but it’s where the worst of the worst are. Normally suicidal kids don’t show up here, but they do when they’ve been in 20 psych houses throughout their lifetime.


I let them do the search and I changed into their white scrubs. “You know the rules Mrs. Anderson.” The doctor spoke and I nodded. I took a seat, and he asked me a shit ton of questions. Why I had been in so many psych houses, what happened to my parents, why I’m here, and all this other bullshit. My answers were somewhere along the lines of, I’m crazy, I don’t remember, this isn’t my psych house of choice, and whatever else.


I swear I sat in there for hours. “You do know you can have visitors once a week? Up to 3 people can visit you that day.” He smiled and I frowned. “Can I at least call them and tell them that? When’s visiting?” I hissed. “Monday’s 8 AM- 5 PM” He said and handed me a phone. “Thanks.” I hissed and called Hannah “Damn, leaving already?” She laughed, “Visiting hours, Monday’s, 8 in the morning, to 5 in the evening. You, Oli, and whoever else you want to bring can come. But only 3 people can visit my throughout the day. Love you guys. Bye.” I said into the phone, hung up, and handed it back to the doctor. “And on Tuesday’s you can leave. But you have to check in every few hours. Okay?” He said and I nodded.


I left his office and went into my new room. Concrete walls. Nothing on them. A shit bed, a toilet, and a blanket. It looked like a jail cell, except this time. I was in solitary. In this place, when you first get here, you have to stay in solitary for a few days, so that they can assess you. But it’s only because they like to watch you sleep. They have at least 5 cameras hidden in here.


I leave this room and head into the “Activity” room. There were creeps in here, some old man sitting in a chair shouting random things, some lady doing the same, but dancing, and then some other weird as shit people. I sit down next to this girl, who looks as old as me, but obviously isn’t. Drugs or something. “What brings you here?” Someone asks, nearly sending me jumping through the roof. “Jesus Christ dude.” I shout. He backs up. “Sorry mate. I’m Max, and you?” he says. “Tori.” I reply.


“What brings someone like you in here?” Someone like me? Rude. “Huh?” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you here? What did you do?” “Oh, suicide.” “What? Suicide? They don’t bring people like that in here.” God this guy is just an ass, but he’s hot as shit. “I’ve been committed 20 times prior to this. They didn’t have anywhere else to send me.” I rolled my eyes, “Why are you in here.” I asked him and he laughed. “I’m psychotic. I’ve killed like 6 people. I blame my dad.” “Why your dad?” I asked. “He raped and abused me when I was little.” He sighed and I nodded.


“It’s all good, I blame it on my ex, even though, I had been committed before I met him.” He asked why my ex and I told him about his abuse, and rape, and me being forced into getting an abortion. He was surprised. Then he asked why I’m in here this time and I told him about Ashton. And he just laughed, “Boys are stupid.” And I agreed. Oh so very fucking stupid. “Who came to visit you today?” I asked him, since it was Monday. “Eh, no one. No one ever visits me. But I go out every Tuesday. Any plans for tomorrow?” He asked. “I want to go visit my ex, who’s in jail.” “Hmm, interesting. Can I come?” I gave him a weird look, “I guess you can.” I laughed and he smiled.


I didn’t understand this kid. He was weird, and different, but in a good way… I think.


~The Next Day-Tuesday~


I woke up to the sound of some stupid bell, probably telling me it was breakfast time. I sat next to Max and ate this shitty food. “When are we leaving?” I asked. He said I had to check out at the front desk. I sighed, not wanting to even have to look at the doctor, but I knew I would. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and Max kind of fixed his, and we checked out. “Don’t forget to be back for lunch!” The doctor said and we both nodded. I had my credit card that they let me keep and got into a taxi and drove to the jail. Luckily all of the visiting days were the same.


We got to the jail and I paid the taxi driver. We both went through security. I sat at a table with Max and waited for them to bring Ashton out. We sat there for a few minutes and then there he was, an orange jump suit and handcuffs. It was 3 days ago he was taken in, Friday afternoon.


He looked horrible. I felt bad for him. “Why are you here?” He spoke, “And who’s this?” He said and shot a death look to Max. “This is Max and he’s my new friend from my psych house, thank you very much, and I felt like I should see you.” I said. “Fine, what did you want to ask? Because god knows that’s the only reason someone wants to see a prisoner.”


“Why?” I asked, “Why hurt me? Why me? Then why try and kill me?” “You were easy prey, you were the loner, the one no one liked, the one with the slut friend that got all of the attention. I unplugged you because, after talking to Luke, something inside of me made a 360, and I realized what I was doing was wrong.” He was trying not to cry. I laughed, “A 360? What? Because he was going to make you tell me? And you just couldn’t bear to see me so hurt? Please. Let me tell you something Ashton. I’M PREGNANT. The alcohol didn’t even effect YOUR child to the slightest.” His eyes grew wide, while mine filled with tears. “Pregnant?” He asked and I nodded, “With your fucking child.” I hissed, grabbed Max, and left.

Notes

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