"Why would I hate Sundays?" I questioned. "Mom makes spaghetti, Dad puts the jersey on, and we're all watching the game. Yeah, I was negative, but I did love it Carmen."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, causing me to look up from my letter.
"It's time to go." The orderly told me.
"I lost all that and we both screwed up but we can get it back." I continued reading. "I'm good now and I hope you are too."
There was another knock.
"I'll be right out." I declared in annoyance. That douchebag was making me lose my place.
"You need to come now." He replied.
"I'll be right there." I repeated before I finished. "That's true love."
I looked around my room where Excelsior was written on the wall. It had become my motto. I went downstairs to where they were giving out pills. I hid it under my tongue before spitting it out. Yes, I was in a mental institution. My name is Ashley Davies.
"And that was when my hair was longer." One of the other patients, Sean explained. "She cut my hair too short on one side and I told her that I didn't want it like that."
Later it was my turn to talk.
"I think that we need to stop being negative and believe that anything is possible." I explained.
Later in the day, I was exercising outside when I suddenly saw my mom. My face lit up like it was Christmas.
We went inside and went to see the doctor.
"Technically you can't take her out without our consent and you'll get a lot of liability and she's just getting used to the routine." He told her.
"She shouldn't be getting used to the routine here." Mom argued. "Eight months is long enough."
I looked at my mom as she signed her name, Christine Davies and it meant that I was a free woman. My mom looked like me with long brown hair.
I got in her car and we saw that Sean was in the parking lot.
"Hey, Mom, can we give Sean a ride to North Philly?" I asked. She was obviously confused. "Come on. It'll be fine."
"Looks like everybody leaving today." Sean declared. "Hello Mrs. D. It's so nice to finally meet you. Ashley told me that you're the support beam of your family's house. She also said that you make a killer spaghetti on Gamedays when the birds play."
As we were driving, I began to explain the situation.
"Sean was in for assault on top of crystal meth and alcohol." I explained.
"Don't ever do it." He added.
"He also had an anxiety disorder." I stated.
"I was an x-ray technician and I had all this access to medication and I took advantage of it." Sean explained. "My hair used to be longer, but it didn't grow as much when I was younger."
Suddenly the phone began to ring. It turned out that Sean had lied to me about being able to leave.
"Mom, are you okay?" I asked her.
"It's my fault." Sean quickly defended. "Ashley didn't know and she's my friend, so she's rooting for me. The hospital and I aren't getting along, but we're working it out. Take me back, but take her home. She is fine."
So we went back and then began back on our way home.
"Mom, can we go to the library? I wanna read Carmen's entire syllabus." I asked. She gave me a funny look. "Mom, I promise I'm doing better. I'm remaking myself."
I finally saw the city that I grew up in, we passed by Lincoln Financial Field, also known as The Link, before going to the library. We then headed home and I walked in. I heard my dad fighting with his friend and saw that my senior photo had been removed from the wall. My sister's was there, even though she was from an affair that my dad had, but mine was on the table.
We walked into the living room and saw my dad, Raife, with his friend Ethan.
"What's this?" He asked. He looked me over and touched me. "Is everything good?"
I nodded.
"Where is it?" He asked.
"It's right here?" I asked as I pulled out my gold necklace that he had given me. "Do you still have yours?"
"I've got mine." He replied as I looked at his long blonde hair. He used to be in a band and never thought to cut it. He said it was bad luck. If you asked me, I'd think it was OCD. He looked at my mom. "So you checked her out without talking to me?"
"You didn't tell Dad you were picking me up?" I asked.
"She's ready." Mom declared.
"I just want to make sure that you're okay and she didn't say anything to me about it." He explained.
"The court said yes." Mom argued.
"What did the doctor say?" He asked. "The court listens to the doctor."
"Dad, the court said I'm good so let it go." I explained. "Can you just be happy to see me?"
"I am happy to see you." He said as he gave me a hug.
"So what are you doing these days?" I questioned.
"I'm gonna start this cheesesteak restaurant." He explained.
"Are you gonna use your bookmaking money for it?" I asked him. I didn't want him to blow his savings for it.
"Who told you?" He asked me.
"Mom did. She said that you lost your job and you were bookmaking now." I explained.
"Why would you tell her that, Christine?" Dad questioned. "She has the wrong idea. I quit. Everything's fine. I care more about you than anything else. The big question is what are you doing?"
"I'm getting in shape. I lost all of my tone in there and I want to be completely sexy when I see
Carmen." I answered. "I'm gonna read her syllabus and then I'm going to get my old job back along with her."
"Carmen sold the house. She moved." Dad told me.
"Dad, you don't know anything about my marriage." I remarked. We had gotten married in Massachusetts because it still wasn't legal in Pennsylvania. They let teenagers wed without parental consent, but I digress. "We're still in love. We hit a roadblock, but we'll get back to the highway."
"Listen, Ashley, she's gone. Carmen left." He said again.
"Dad, stop." I commanded. "Excelsior. Excelsior."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Dad asked.
"It means I'm gonna take this negativity and use it as fuel to find a silver lining. I'll find a silver lining." I responded. "You'll see. We'll get back together."
I then headed upstairs.
So I noticed that there weren't many adaptations of this movie and definitely none with same-sex couples. So now we have Spashley, even though Spencer won't be showing up for a little while. Please don't forget to review.