Not Enough Time

Part 2

The day went by eerily slow. After the waiting room they had lugged me off to group therapy. What a group of wackos. Bill talked about his fear of mirrors and Anne sat in her chair practically falling over cause she was shaking so much. I hated these insane people sometimes. I especially hated how they thought I was one of them. It just sucked all around didn't it? It was roughly after 8:00. I didn't bother looking at the clock, they bothered me. Not to insanity but just the whole concept of time in general. Laying on my bed I slipped in and out of sleeping.

(Tick tock tick tock tick tock)

11:50

I groaned. The blankets didn't want me to leave, they trusted me now. I thought about how this could be a one time thing, and I could finally escape this stupid place. I knew I could leave. I could have left the day I got here. I had the ability to teleport, I had it mastered. Why hadn't I left? Maybe no where to go. Anyone on this planet would go and live out their dreams, not me. No I'd just spend my days in the best mental institute in the state.

11:55

I got out of the bed, threw on the pure white clothes they had filled my dresser with; a plain T shirt and jeans. I combed my ever so elegant hair and threw it over my shoulder.
Hmm, if this really was the last time I'd be here I suppose I'd prepare for it. I grabbed what little possessions I had: a small folded picture of my dad, lip balm and a chocolate bar. Huh, not really that much. I let my eyes slip away for half a second and the picture was unfolded and I was staring at it. The photo was ripped in half, the half with my Mother in it who knows where. He was smiling wide in the photo, a lake in the background, I think it was a cruise they were on. Shoving it into the jeans pocket I let my eyes slip to the clock again.

11:59

I looked around the dark room once more. Goodbye good pal. I focused on the stone path I'd seen outside the glass doors, I thought about the fresh air and the whispering trees. Soon I felt a breeze whipping my hair into my face and untainted air filled my lungs. I was standing right outside the doors of the ward, with my back to it. It was up on a hill, surrounded in trees. The road was long and it looked to be an hour drive from any big city considering the land scape. Rolling hills and trees, maybe to keep the insane ones calm? I looked around, not sure if I wanted to spot Toby or not.

"Over here."

I whipped around to see him leaning against the white pillars that supported the building. He had on normal jeans with sneakers, and a blank grey zip up sweatshirt.

"So," was all I could say.

Toby laughed a little." Follow me."

We walked along the pathway then to the side of the road, silently. The only sounds the crickets and our breathing.

"Petra, what do you know about your father?"

The question came out of the blue.

I sighed. What did I know? Barely anything. "He was a good person. Named Ace. I don't know his last name. My mother wanted me to share her name, probably so I could never track him down."

Toby nodded but didn't reply until a few minutes later. "Do you know what he did?"

"He was an accountant in New York."

Toby nodded again."Only partly true. He lived in New York, til he died."

Toby stopped walking to see my reaction more clearly.

I didn't cry, didn't blink. All I could was think. Dead? I'd always assumed he was just a normal person with a normal job and a forgotten past. Probably didn't even know he had a child. I didn't really care that he was dead, it felt like old news.

"You knew him?" Was all I could say.

Toby nodded. "I more knew of him. I only saw him around the school a few times."

"School?" I questioned.

"You'll have to see."

I sighed. What's with all the secrecy?
My dad was a person who either doesn't know he had a child or abandoned it. He's dead, I don't mourn.

"So where are we going?"

"Out of sight."

We must have walked down the rode for an hour, and my feet began to protest with their dainty white soles and laces. Finally Toby turned off the road, which was eerily quiet even for a mental hospital road. He led me into the thick of the trees and finally stopped in a clearing.

Toby grabbed tiny sealed cup from his pocket, I hadn't noticed the bulge earlier. He quickly took about half of it and then shoved it toward me.

"Okay, drink up."

I ignored the oddly clear liquid and fishy taste as I got it down as the fast as I could.
Then, we teleported.