Steph's POV
"You did this! You put me in here!" I yelled standing up but regretting it when my vision went blurry.
"No Steph that's where your wrong! You did this to your self! No one but you!" She yelled back stepping closer.
"Fuck you. FUCK YOU MAYA!" I took a seat on the little stupid bed in my room. I looked at Maya with so much hate it hurt me as well.
"YOU ALREADY FUCKED US ALL STEPHANIE! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!" With that Maya walked out shutting the door behind her. Uh I hate her! She did this! I'm in this stupid place because of her! Where is Mia or John! But the one question that seem to be asked in my head the most was "how long will I be in here"
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I feel lost in this plain white room, no windows, one door, two beds... No space.
No hope.
No drugs.
I'm losing my mind, I haven't drank, smoked in days, I need it. I need my only happiness, my only stress reliever.
I'm addicted...
I'm going crazy...
Help?
Maybe...
"Ms. Bell, I'm here to take you to your next activity" the same crystal blue eyes walked in smiling.
"which is what blue eyes"
"Music" music? Did she say music?
"No I'm not doing that"
"But Ms. Bell you love music"
"So? I'm done with music, I just want to be normal even if I'm in here" she nodded and walked back out the door. A few minutes later she walked in smiling.
"Okay let's go" I stood up with perfect balance now, she grabbed onto my arm as she lead the way.
This place was much bigger then I thought, the hallway walls were a light green, pale color with picture frames of females and males. We came to a stop at a pale yellow door, crystal blue eyes walked ahead of me and opened the door wide open inside I saw a music room. I turned back to her and shook my head "what? What's wrong?" She asked noticing the look on my face.
"I don't want to" I whispered looking away.
"Ms. Bell your one of the greatest artist out there, this is your place. The only thing that can help... Music" I faced her with a warm smile. She thinks she knows me... She doesn't. Maybe I should let her know the real me. Maybe I should listen to her. Maybe I'll get out of here faster. "Please, just sit down and let everything out. It helps a lot of musicians... I would know." She whispered.
"Okay just an hour" she smiled and helped me in. This room was beautiful... There was a classic Grand piano in the center of the room, a chandelier above it lighting up the whole room. There were so many instruments of all kinds, colors, shapes, sizes. It took my breath away. "It's amazing right" crystal blue eyes whispered. I should probably stop calling her that but then again I like calling her crystal blue eyes.
"Yes..." I whispered moving towards the piano slowly, I let my finger tips run throw the beautiful black classic instrument. I took a seat down at the stool and took a breath.
I didn't have to come to this
I shouldn't have let things get this out of hand
This person sitting here isn't me.
The real me is gone.
The real me is dead...
"Ms. Bell you have a visiter" a mans voice said. I been in here for a few days yet every time I hear them say "visiter" I get brought back to real life.
