Sweatshirt // c.a (Completed)

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As I enter the building, my eyes roam the whole place.

I walked to the reception table and asked about you.

Unfortunatley I dont know whats your surname is, but it cant stop me form seeing you.

I told the nurse that Im your friend and for a proof I show her the letter you gave me and that you are here at St. Patrick.

Thankfully she believed, she searched your name on her computer and theres really a Hayley here. You are Hayley Johnson, and you are 17.

Knowing this basic information about you makes me happy. It makes me feel that I really know you now.

It makes me happy that I can finally meet you.

The nurse lead the way to the room where you were.

My palms are sweating

Beads of sweat all over my forhead

I dont know why am I sweating this much right now.

I didnt realize that the nurse stopped into a white door and it says

Patient's name: Hayley Johnson

Age: 17

Diagnosis: Anxiety and Panic- disorder

Status: Non-harmful

Placement: Section B, Room 09

Why didnt you tell me, Hayley?

Why?

It breaks my heart into shreds when I saw it. I cant stop from tearing out. You dont deserve this. I know I said it a lot, but its true, you dont deserve any of this.

You deserve to be loved

To be cared

And thats why Im here

I will care and love you, Hayley.

The nurse knocked on the door

"Hayley, It's Ms. Veronica, you have a visitor."

I heared sounds of walking inside the room and approuching the door

Then suddenly the door opened and I saw you

I saw you smiling at me

I saw your tears in the corner of your eyes

I saw the smiling Hayley but with a sad and cold eyes.