Two moons: a soulless journal

Chapter 1: Breaking out isnt so hard to do.

In my most ignorant and vulnerable time my mother decided that I have not been getting enough help, she found me feeling more depressed and more indifferent ever since.

   "Do you know why your in this room Olivia?" She told me, "just remember you're here because we want to help you"
     She didn't say any more, but we've always had this awkward silence between us. I understood that she meant a great deal of help. Mrs. Griffin is inclined to show no judgement however is very curious to my nature of not opening up. I became a victim to the killing silence that I literally could of died from complete boredom. I've been sent to Grand and Grayem asylum for many reasons, reason I will never share with anyone because of its devastation. To Mrs. Griffin and the rest of the world I was a suspect, my privacy, secrecy and silence has done nothing but get people to think that I am a bad person, but I was indeed the victim not a suspect.
      "So... How's school going Olivia? She asked helplessly.
I told her. As I stared into those dull brown eyes of Mrs. Griffins. The clock hit 1:00 pm
And still I no longer thought that we were getting anywhere, although I never thought, nor have anyone thought we were getting anywhere. The whole meeting was pointless and always will be because I will never open up to a petty and lonely woman Mrs. Griffin is.
       "I understand that you're not happy." She said with an urge to freedom. "So we just won't talk about then will we Olivia?"
          "I guess we won't then" I said casually having no fear of being looked in my room.
       
       We walked together, going trough the hallway. Every step I could hear Mrs. Griffins knock off heels she got at Payless and the creek of the warn out wood on the floors. The doors on the side has screaming patients calling me for things they wanted from me such as, pain relievers and a sexual task. The things I won't have. They would stick there tongue out and spit at me or Evan reach for my hair when I passed. Mrs. Griffin opened my room doors and took off my straitjacket. Again I was alone with no windows and no hope. I was trapped in my own thoughts having to replay every moment that happened on that twisted day, that day I will never forget. I will hate anyone who will speak of it to me and try to make things better because I know deep down in my heart, I will never get better. Believe me I'm not depressed or insane. I was falsely accused or somethings I had no power over. I miss being normal, feeling normal, and feeling that touch I want to feel once again.
     Hours later a man opens the door to my room  
      "Olivia stoner?" He said with a stern look on his face. I answered. This was a man who I've never seen before. He took me to Mrs. Griffins office and sat me down. Mrs. Griffin was sitting at her seat In front of me.
        "I am John Montrose, I'm your new therapist because Mrs. Griffin here feels that you need help form someone who understands you more." He was looking at me straight in the eye.
        "And you think you understand me?" I said doubting every word this John Montrose said to me.
         "I will just leave you too alone." Mrs. Griffin said eagerly to leave the room. I thought, great. She better leave all the help to the professionals.
         "I'm glad I got your attention now Mrs. Stoner"
          "It's just Olivia" I corrected him.
          "Now Ms. Stoner. You're suffering from mild distortion and hysteria. You believe that you weren't the cause of a very heartbreaking death aaannnnndddd you're showing signs of bulimia, delusions and we Evan found traces of drugs in you blood,"
          "That's not me" I said irritated. "It's just Olivia" I corrected him again. Montrose was a tall man with black hair and blue eyes sorts  of handsome for a guy in his thirties. He wore a dark blue suit and tie and leaned on the front of Mrs. Griffins desk so he was directly in front of me when we talked. Montrose talked one about my faults and the crime and how I committed the crime and how I can't run from the truth. He put his hands on his lap and I couldn't help but notice his erection. I could see as a lump poking out of his pants and I stared at like it was calling me, wanting attention from me, asking me to give it pleasure.
          "Just tell me Ms. Stoner" he said with a sensitive demand as if he was giving up. "You can trust me, I'm am the good guy here, I want you out of here for good. living your life, nobody as pretty as you should rot in this asylum." He dazzled into my eyes sexually and stroked his face.
           "There must be something I can do" I stood up and approach him. He kissed he really hard, I can feel his tongue in my mouth and his teeth. I know it was a wrong to do but I couldn't help myself. His eyes were calling me. His eyes full of lust. I slowly put my on his chest slowly drag my hands down to his belt buckle. Montrose bit his lips and groaned softly as soon as I grabbed his dick. He was still kissing me, biting my lip and grabbing my ass. Then he took off my shirt and started to kiss my neck. He put his hands on my boobies and stroked the roughly while breathing real hard.
         "I want you now" he said with lust. I could feel him loosening my pants and taking them off. Montrose took of my pantie and slowly put his manhood in my (meow). The heavy breathing from Montrose was comforting while he fucked me all the floor or Mrs. Griffins office. While we on the floor I struggled to get in a good position, Montroses full body was on me thrusting and groaning. I grabbed his hair tightly while he humped me. Of course it wasn't my first time having sex but it hurt when Montrose stuck his big cock in my vagina felt like the first time because I haven't had sex in a while. I was worried that our moans were too loud especially Montrose who was moaning louder than me. Montrose flipped me over and got on my hands and knees. Montrose put his manhood in my ass. I felt my cheeks separate and felt the sensation of being stuffed. Montrose was load and aggressive. He grabbed my hair and Humped me harder. The fucking lasted for at a long periodically time before Montrose cummed all over the floor. He had looked at me like he was satisfied. I smiled and took deep breath looking down on the floor.
          "You're pussy is tight Ms. Stoner" he said trying to catch his breath.
          " it's just Olivia" Smiling at him as I put back on my panties.
         Montrose stared to light a cigarette in Mrs. Griffins char. I sat in the chair across from the desk. It was 6:45 in the afternoon. Montrose talked about the case again as if he was trying to test me. It didn't work I was silent and a bit stubborn. I sat listening to him talk about himself and how great the sex was, like how great he was and how great I was. All very flattering but I felt nasty. I felt like I just ran a few miles. My body was sweaty. I was very tired.
            "Alright ms. Stoner, if you won't tell me, then write it down. He said looking at me as if he came up with the best idea. "Yeah, write it down."
             I hate to admit it but he did come up with a good idea. Ill will write down my story of how I ended up being in this asylum with a record of blood on my hands.
             "What will I write it in?" I said to him as he look at me with breakthrough in his eyes. We walked to his car passing the hallway and going down the wooden stairs passing the mental patients. Mrs. Griffins stopped  half way going down the stairs and asked where we were going. Montrose said that I was being let go and stopped Mrs. Griffin from any type of power. We reached his car, I couldn't believe how much I missed the fresh air and the sunshine. Until then we were strangers. Montrose stood in front of the passenger seat of his car and open the door as an invitation to come in. He drove passed this lake then passed an old farm. After a few miles away from the asylum We finally reached his house around 8:53 pm. His house was  suburban and had a crappy paint job. I entered his house in front of me was this stairs with a maroon carpet and a chandelier at the top. Montrose showed me to his living down the main hall. He had no pictures or anything on his walls. Montrose gave me a book while I was standing in his living room.
          "Here take this. You can write in this all the things that have happened to you." He smiled at me. I felt like I could trust him for a second. I grabbed the book then sat down on his green leather couch. I decided to write the truth of what happens to me from the beginning to the end...