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"So that's the visiting center. You've already seen the way to the therapy room— your first one on one session will be in about an hour. I'll be right out here for you two to say your goodbyes and from now on any visitors will not be allowed back here....,"

The nurse explains everything in a monotone, cold voice like she's just reciting her literature. Something about her gives me the creeps.

Freddie turns to have a look inside the room, walking around the small enclosure, peering at the scratches along the walls. There are two beds and I assume the one that's still made is mine.

He puts my luggage down, unzipping it slowly as if it's the toughest thing he's ever had to concentrate on—still he says nothing.

Walking over to him, I brush my hand down his arm, trying to sooth him and waiting for him to look up at me, speak—just say anything. Anything about not leaving me here.

His eyes finally meet mine and I can see that he's having an internal battle. I guess it's time for my mask to shine. For his sake, I have to give this a go.

"It's fine, Freddie. I'll be okay here, don't worry.."

He looks around at the cold white walls again, his brows furrowed over the glossy gleam to his eyes. He stares at the corner where my bed post starts as if he'd find his answers within the dry paint.

Nodding his head slowly, he looks down at me, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling us closer together.

I can hear him breathe in deeply as he puts his face against mine, his hand cradles the back of my head and he holds me in the tightest hug he can manage as his breathing quickens.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I-I feel rather selfish. I don't want to leave you here....I just want you with me all the time...,"

He doesn't let me go, his arms wrap around me even tighter. I didn't think that was possible. But, for this moment to remain in my memory bank to give me strength, I let him crush my body against his and breathe in his wonderful scent.

"Sorry to interrupt!," A younger nurse enters the room now with a bit too much chirp for my liking. Freddie releases his grip, but still never lets me go. "Say hello to your roommate, Misty. Misty, this is-,"

"Cherie. Yes, I know.," The woman responds.

She doesn't make eye contact as she walks into the room. She's quite short in stature, her eyes don't even seem fully open as she maneuvers toward her bed, sitting on the edge facing the high window.

"I'll let you two get acquainted. Sir, if you wouldn't mind following me to the exit, it's time for you to leave her now..," the nurse motions for Freddie to follow her.

His grip starts to tighten again, he squeezes me in his arms quickly and lets go just as fast. Like pulling off a bandaid, I guess.

"Call me as soon as you can. When we you can and whenever you want.... I love you, darling. I'll see you n-next we-ek," his voice starts to waiver as he tries to pull himself together.

He kisses me softly, his taste on my lips will never last long enough. A quick forehead peck and he turns to leave.

"You two take care of each other, now.," he says with a weak smile on his face.

I catch Freddie's unsure glance as Misty starts to snicker in response. Her tinkling laughter is down right terrifying!

"Well- un, it was..It was nice to meet you...I'm sure you'll be able to show my girl around," he comments while slowly making his way to the door.

Before leaving, my precious husband waves at me from the window on the closed door. I blow him a kiss, the same way I always used to. I take a mental photograph of the instant bright smile he reacts with.

"I'll fucking do it, darling," Misty replies, flicking her hair behind her shoulder, revealing the glassy look of her eyes. Her cackling laughter sends shivers down my spine as she continues to chuckle madly just as the door to the room locks shut.

The days rolled into each other as I suffered through the sickening side effects of the tablets that were sworn to cure my life. Each morning was the same routine: showers, breakfast, therapy, lunch, recreation room, dinner, bedtime.

It was strange to have to spend the long evenings locked up within the four confining walls of our bedroom. This place felt like a prison.

Everyone around me was going through their own crisis. Not one was like the other. I didn't really want to be here for long, so I didn't find a need to conversation or make friends. Unfortunately, Misty didn't see it this way.

Lying in my bed, I'd often just lay there staring at the ceiling, emerging myself in my own fantasy world. I would replay happy memories in my mind, going back and rewinding through them if I left anything out. It was like a full production team & editing process going on through my mental. I invented a sort of coping mechanism by scrapping all the bad parts and reimagining different outcomes.

I called Freddie every day that I was permitted during recreational time. I tried to make light conversation, but honestly my mind was transfixed in my fantasy land. Sometimes I'd revert to not saying so much and letting him talk about his days, or the kids, or the band...just anything to keep my words from slipping. I was beginning to go crazy with the crazies. Forgetting what was real and what was make-believe.

"Two lovers lost forever—poof! One misstep and they're gone for good.....Be very careful what you wish for, babe"

I stop dead in my tracks as I make my way into my room. Misty is sitting on the bed, her legs crossed as she speaks to me she sits facing the wall.

"What did you say?"

"The two of them, darling. They're the same, but different. Ones heart is more pure..." As she finishes her sentence, she spins around on the mattress to turn in my direction.

I have no fucking idea what this crazy broad is trying to tell me. She talks to herself so much, she even does it in her sleep! My medications have been making me short-fused and my hot temper was always on the rise when it came to my lovely roommate and her batshit crazy antics.

"You're full of it....You're crazy," I comment as I lie on my back, rubbing the head rush from my eyes when swirls of light threaten my crystal clear vision.

"Crazy they call me,...but I can see passed the present times...," I turn my head to see her inching her way closer to the edge of her bed. Her smile turns sadistic as she shows her rotten teeth, obviously fully aware of how to intrigue me. "...try me, Angel..."

Why the hell would she call me that?!

How would she know to call me that?!

No. Cherie. Relax.

She probably heard Freddie when he was here...

Her cloudy eyes shine like a deadly laser beams as the nightly shadows engulf the room. She speaks with a posh accent when she opens her mouth to say..

"What's the matter, Angel? Cat got your tongue?,"

My heart plummets into my stomach, letting my intestines tangle up and squeeze my pulse to a halt.

Did she just-

"H-how...why are you doing this? WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS!?," I feel the tension build up inside of me as I quickly close the space between us so that I'm standing right above her.

She doesn't move. Doesn't flinch. Doesn't even wipe that stupid cocky, satisfied smiled off of her face.

She just stares back at me, humming. But the tune she hums only ups my rage.

She knows what she's doing.

She's a spy.

She works for them.

I'm trapped here again.

"What do you know?! Who are you!,"

That was the last time I chose to question her. Come to think of it, I should've stopped while I was ahead. I should've left the room. Had my complaints heard. Informed the staff that I have an insane stalker as a roommate.

The door swings open with a sense of urgency. I hadn't even noticed the beeping sounds of my wristlet going off. The device they track us with to ensure safety. Its supposed to track heart rates and I'm sure mine is sky rocketing!

"Cherie!," Misty calls out to me as two nurses grab hold of my arms, pulling me out of the room. "Let him take the fall!"

"You need to calm down. Why are you two fighting? We heard the yelling." The old nurse tisked her tongue once we were on the outside.

"Why are you blaming me!? Misty is a nut case! I didn't do anything, let me go!," I know I shouldn't struggle. I shouldn't fight against their restraints, but I haven't done anything wrong! And god knows where they're taking me now!

"Relax— you're only getting some sleep medication. It'll help you relax, now sit still!," The nurses drop me onto a cold metal folding chair beside their nurses station.

In relief, I let out a deep breath before holding my air, trying to countdown the milliseconds until I absolutely had to breathe again.

"Are you- are you SEEING THIS!?!?,"

Before I can start my countdown once again, every nurse and guard flies down the corridor without telling me a damned thing! My nerves are in knots and I just wish they would have remembered to give me those sleeping pills first. All I need is to sleep. And to get away from Misty.

Continuing to watch them, they stop at the door to my room and a strange sense of curiousity drags me toward them. I keep walking as they scream. I keep moving as the young nurse I've come to favor, faints to the floor without anyone even trying to catch her.

With their mouth ajar, their faces pale and their eyes glued to the scene inside my room— I sneak a peak to see the cause of such distress.

And I really wish I hadn't.

Misty stands in the doorway. Smiling brightly— But as she lifts her head to us, she reveals the empty sockets where her eyes should be— she's still smiling, laughing a jolly laugh that will haunt me forever.

Why isn't her pulse monitor beeping?

She offers up her hands, making everyone step back in fear— not even these professionals know what to do at this moment. They crush my feet as they step backward, unaware that I'm in their presence. Misty opens her palms...

With her plucked out eye balls dripping blood down her arms, she senses me or...I'm still not exactly sure how! Then she addresses me directly in the same posh British accent that is not her own.

"Cherie, darling! The ice is slippery, dear!"

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