Something A Bit Diffrent

Part 9

 She bolted which scared the crap out of me since I wasn't expecting it. "What's wrong, Katrina? Did I do something that I don't know of?" Her breaths were shallow and her eyes had anger in them. She threw the note at my face and told me to read it. I grabbed it from the floor and read it. I looked at Katrina then at the note my hands shaking with anger. "You actually believe this bullshit?" "How the fuck am I supposed to know what's fake and what's fucking real! Come on tell me! Our sister went to a god damn psych ward because she's not right in the head! She has these different people inside her mind! I can't just accept it and then go on with my life knowing I should have said something a long time ago. It's my fault she didn't get help faster I should have called the cops..." 

 I didn't mean for her to break down right now. I know she was hurting for a long time holding in that secret of Luna. We all made a promise not say nor bring it up ever. I gave Katrina a hug to calm her down. She started to sob even more and saying how she broke the promise and how she shouldn't be here. I put Katrina to sleep since that's what she does when she's finished crying. I pulled over the blanket over her body and then looked for Michael. I saw him eating a sandwich with Luke. I smiled and let them be.

(Pov Luna)

 "May I ask who I am talking with?" I looked at the person who thought I was crazy (which I'm not.) "Luna. That's my name and I don't understand why I'm here. I'm not fucking crazy so just let me go and we both will live our lives peacefully." I saw the person write something in their notepad and nodded.

 'You see they think you're crazy. Why don't you just accept your crazy and spare us this boring shit.'

 "No, I can't they will put me away from people and I won't see my family at all!" 

 I gripped the cushion seat underneath me. I looked around everywhere but everything was twisting and turning. I got up from my seat and grabbed my head, scratching my face. My vision was coming and going. I didn't feel like myself, I felt like someone was taking over and trying to create havoc. I knew who was coming out, my body and mind were rejecting them making me go crazy. 

 "Stop being a little bitch! Just let me come out because you know you're nothing here. They laugh at you and make fun of you. I'm here to protect you. Don't worry about anything I'm here. I'm you're protector, the person who will sacrifice anything."

 I banged my head at the wall not wanting to listen to the poisonous voice. I knew it was not made to protect me but destroy me. I wanted to fight and win. I didn't want him out... not right now. I fought back tears that were dangerously close to showing. I turned around and saw multiple people. It just made him want to come out even more. I motion my hand to go away but they just went closer.

 "Go, it's not safe right now. Please, for you're own safety."

 They didn't go away. They covered my eyes with a blindfold, they held my arm tightly knowing it will make a mark, they soon brought me to a wheelchair and strapped me inside. There was still someone holding me down. They soon put on a straightjacket on me and threw me into an isolation room. They still didn't take off the blindfold leaving me in the dark without seeing anything. He no longer wanted to come out and just let me lay there with the memories, I didn't want in my mind. I started to cry not caring how loud I was because no one ever really cared how I was. To them, I was just a wild animal, so they put me in a box so they don't have to care or see me.

 •~ 4 weeks later •~

  My therapist let me start to write in a journal.  He let me chose which one I wanted. I choose the pastel blue one that had flowers drawn on the back. I got used to having medication and having doctors check up on me. I almost felt safe here but I always remember my family and it makes me sad. It's been four weeks and no one has shown up. Well, except luke, but it was to figure out how I went crazy. Didn't they care about me? Probably not, they all care about my craziness. 

 I pushed a button notifying the nurses I wanted to go out. They would first check how I was then they would let me out. I saw one of the nurses and asked, "Can I go outside? Please, I have been good and it's just to write something. Let someone come with me. Hey, even bring the bodyguards or something." I said the last part in a joking way.

 "Seriously Luna, you know they won't let you go out, right?"

 I shook my head sadly and I was about to turn to the main hall where there were a bunch of chairs and desks.

"Wait! I will stay with her. Don't worry I promise she will be fine. There are others outside so let her have a day of fresh air."

 I knew the voice of the person. It was my therapist. Why did he want to come with me? I can just stay here and no one will have to worry about me being some crazy, psychopathic monster. I turned around and gave him a warm smile.

"You don't have to do that. I will happily stay here and write. I can see outside perfectly so you can go and you won't have to keep me on track. I'm just trying to follow your advice for me, sir." 

"There are no problems. I will be waiting for you outside. Go get food and get dressed." He gave me a small smile and left.

 "You heard him. Go eat, we can't have you starve." She too gave a small smile and left.

Today I had a good feeling, that today was going to be a good day.