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I tore my eyelids open, the white lights stinging my retinas from the sudden contrast.

I was tucked neatly into the new white sheets of my bed. This one being softer, more comfortable from the last whose scattered remains lie somewhere on the floor.

Or maybe they cleaned it up.

I really don't know, or care.

I stood of from bed and felt a pang of drowsiness hit me. I was barley able to stand, and when I did I almost fell back down again.

My head was aching and I felt awfully dizzy, adding onto my difficulties of carrying out simple tasks.

There was a small white tray stacked with various types of bland food, as usual. I picked up the red apple, and took a big bite off of it, almost happy upon seeing another color except white.

The apple was by far the tastiest thing on the tray. It was the only thing I ate every morning, fearful of of the weight I may gain. His hurtful words forced me to constantly remind myself of all of my shameful flaws.

The clock struck 9:00 and a worker came in- right on time- to pick up my breakfast.

"You need to eat once in a while." The employee shook her head disapprovingly at the tray of food. Her ponytail filled with light brown hair swaying slightly, following with the motion.

"Bring me the worker with green eyes." I commanded her, ignoring her comment entirely.

She seemed stunned that I actually acknowledged her, which I think this is the first time I have.

"B-but.."

"Bring me him!" I turned around and shot her a dirty glare.

She opened he mouth to object, but closed it back up, for she knew it was no use. Her and I both knew who would win the arguement, and that he words were just a meaningless waste of time.

She scurried out the door like a small mouse, probably afraid I would scold her further.

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I waited and waited.

What seemed to be hours, were actually mere minutes while I was waiting.

I grew immensely impatient and bored. So, I began to draw designs in the wall with my fingernail. I liked to imagine what they would look like displayed on my boring, white walls, or what kind of pictures I would sketch to cover them.

White.

Visions of him suddenly crossed my mind as I stared at my walls and I pinched the bridge of my nose in efforts to rid them from my imagination.

Just as the images began to roam deeper inside of me, I heard the door click and in stepped the man I have been long waiting for.

As soon as I laid eyes on him, all my horrifying memories seemed to vanish. As if he made them disappear.

He was wearing a white lab coat, just like the rest of them, but the gleam in his eyes told me he was different.

He looked strangely interesting to me. Maybe it was the way those chocolate curls were placed on his head, or the light green irises he saw through. The way they shined with hope and wonder, completely oblivious to the fact that darkness was all around him.

I found myself drawn to him, literally. I didn't realize that I had walked over to him, until I could feel his hot breath fanning over me.

I felt the his soft hair in between my fingertips, and closely analyzed the exact pigment of his jade eyes. They were unlike any other color I've seen before, or maybe I've just gotten to used to the color white. His shade of green was so different from the light blue irises I have learned to fear.

My eyes wandered down to his wardrobe: Simple skinny jeans and a grey tee shirt. Nothing about him looked like a doctor to me, except the white lab coat loosely slung over his muscular body, and the black ball-point pen nestled in between the gap of his left ear and head.

HARRY E. STYLES

COLLEGE INTERN

Read the shiny, laminated name tag clipped onto his coat. It looked so unprofessional compared to the embroidered name tags I usually see.

"Is there anything you need me for, Miss Krane?" He spoke, pulling me out of my heavenly trance, but almost luring me back in with his slow, raspy, accented voice.

I quickly took a few steps backwards, suddenly aware of the discomfort I was causing him.

"I would like to thank you for saving me yesterday." The words rolled off my tounge, my tone clear as day.

Harry looked directly at me, confusion evident within his eyes.

"What?" He questioned me.

"From myself."

He stared at me as if I was insane, and continued to for quite some time, silently pleading for further explanation.

"I would like to thank you for saving me from myself yesterday." I sighed.

"Oh."

I could tell he didn't understand what I was saying. The irony of this situation was beyond my comprehension, and I had to bite my lip in order to keep myself from laughing.

"If you would have allowed me to strike that lady, I would have never forgiven myself." I spoke in a slow, clear voice. Trying to make him see what I was about to say.

He watched intently, suddenly absorbed in my words, like when a book is read to a small child. Innocently, he blinked repetitively, waiting for me to go on.

"If I would have hit her, I would be just like... like... him." I croaked, my lips trembling at even the thought of his name.

"I would be no better than the man who has lead me here... the one who has made me become who I am."

I closed my eyes for an extended amount of time as I tried to push back the unwanted memories. A few tears escaped my grasp before I was able to open them again.

When I did, I was greeted with wide pools of a jade color, inviting me into their light. They stared me down with realization and a certain sad hope I have yet to see before.

His eyes were different.

They gave off light and happiness, even when expressed in a pitiful demeanor. They almost looked as if they were shining in the light, like the eyes of an angel.

He looked like an angel.

Although, looks can be decieving, and emotions could be nothing but a disguise. The last time I thought I met someone who appeared to be an angel, had happened to be a demon inside.

He brought a big, rough hand to caress my cheek and smiled a hopeful smile towards me.

"Everything will be alright." He whispered.

Before I knew it he stood up, and left, without saying another word.

I rubbed my cheek in hopes to rid it of the unfamiliar sparking sensation I couldn't decide was pleasant or unpleasant.

As I walked to the door to follow his footsteps, I felt a lump in between the white carpet and my white socks. Causiously, I lifted my foot, worried I may see some kind of bug.

Instead, I saw the black ball-point pen that he had left behind, lying on the white, carpeted floor.

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