Hey guys! So like I said in the last chapter of The Secrets Between I am taking over Cliffhanger Girl's story Lose Yourself and before you say anything else, here is a message from her:A/N from The Cliffhanger Girl: Hi guys! I just wanted you all to know that I've handed over my story "Lose Yourself", to NamilovesDegrassi98 and she will continue this story for all of you readers! Thank you for your cooperation, happy reading!
So I will continue this story and I am currently working on ch.5 so I will try to have it up by the latest Friday. And that is all so now, you may read the story Lose Yourself.
Lose Yourself
ELI
Each patient steps on the scale; going from weight to height, from height to blood pressure and blood pressure to a small room. A small room that contains five people, five who you are told were "just like you".
Everyday I watch one after another file into those rooms, and come out, only to be given an assigned room, in which they stay in until "they improve". But the sick joke of it all, is that nobody ever leaves this place...because they don't get better.
The mop in my hands is gripped tightly, the splinters digging into my palms. As I swipe the already picture perfect floor, I hear the clanking of two heels walk right through my clean floor.
"Hey, what the fuck is your problem?" I hiss, not caring who it was, or why they were I know is that they're fucking up my job and making me stay here a few seconds later than I have to be.
I hate it here; the smell, the vibe, the people-everything.
"Woops." The small words fall from her lips, as she palms a fistful of dirty water from the bucket, splashing it in my face.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I scream loudly, making peoples' heads turn from playing their board games or connecting their puzzles.
"Come on Clare, this way. I'm sorry Elijah, it won't happen again." Ms. Dawes, the leader of the company, quickly grabs hold of the blue eyed woman, leading her to the examination room.
"Come on Clare, this way. I'm sorry Elijah, it won't happen again." My lip twitches, hearing the curly haired nut job echo Ms. Dawes' words.
Boy, that one must be insane.
The lights above me start to turn off, and I realize that it's finally closing time. What I do find extremely strange is the fact that they were bringing someone in close to midnight...
Something they never do.
CLARE
"Ms. Edwards, would you like to tell me why you're here right now?" My eyelids are heavy, growing tired of the elderly woman trying to rip answers right from my closed lips.
I laugh, lying down and stretching my limbs while the therapist before me attempts to make me talk.
"Come on Clare, you know where you are. Now tell me why you think you're here? We have all night." Ms. Dawes spoke sternly, licking a clean sheet of paper and grabbing a pen.
Without thinking twice, I sigh happily, the burning sensation between my thighs heating up when the image of the angry janitor floats into my mind.
"I want the janitor." I mutter into the soft pillow beneath my head, as Ms. Dawes asks me to repeat myself since she didn't hear me.
No one ever does.
"You can't have him Clare, he's not yours." She states matter-of-factly, shooting me a cold glare.
"...But he can be."
ELI
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
I slam my hand over the most annoying alarm clock in the world on my bedside table, before smashing it underneath my clenched fist.
"Fuck. Now I have to get another one." I groan, throwing the sheets off my bare body.
The vent above me rushes a gust of chilled air over me, causing my skin to crawl. With a fast pace I slip boxers on, and throw my work clothes over them. While I'm lacing my shoes up, I feel my cellphone buzz in my pocket.
Hi Elijah,
Not sure if you remember me, but I'm looking for another night. You interested?
-Penny ;)
"You all want another night, but I only do one." I mumble to the Iphone, deleting the message before tossing it into my work bag which contained another change of clothes.
After crossing the street and making my way into the first campus site of 'Degrassi Addicts Runway', I slide my card into the scanner, clocking in. I scoff every time I see the big, light up sign in the front because there's so much more to this place.
In a bad way.
"Hey dude, nice hair." My neck cranes to my friends voice, as I place my shit into the locker we share.
"Thanks fucker. I didn't have time to fix it. Besides, who am I trying to impress?" I tease, playfully punching Adam's arm on my way out to gather last nights garbage up and put it outside on the curb.
Once I'm done picking up each rooms' garbage, I find myself standing hesitantly before a door I don't want to go through.
Clare Edwards-Under Evaulation, Stage 2.
I knock twice, not hearing a response. Assuming the room is empty for now, thinking that each patient is at breakfast, I'm shocked to see the same woman from last night, perched up on her bed and looking out the window.
"You're the crazy chick who splashed my face with dirty water last night. Fucking nut," I mutter lowly, but I see the crazy smile curl up on her plump lips.
Her eyes widen when she makes contact with me. She grabs my wrist when it's halfway through the motion of picking up her garbage can.
"Why are you in here?" She asks, her grip tightening on my arm.
"Because I'm cleaning out your shit, that's why. Don't worry, I'm not going to put you in the can and dump you too." I joke, but she doesn't laugh.
"No. I mean like, why are you in here? No one is allowed to be in here. I'm uh...," she trails off, biting down on her bottom lip, grinning madly at the floor.
"I'm dangerous."
I scoff, analyzing her appearance.
"You're about one hundred and twenty pounds, probably five foot two, auburn curly hair and you have innocent looking eyes. Sorry but, you don't exactly give off a vibe that screams 'dangerous'. I've seen dangerous, you're not it."
To say that these people in here diagnosed this woman as "dangerous" was rediculous; putting her under Stage 2 Evaluations-it was complete bullshit.
"I am dangerous, mostly to men." Her tone was sinsiter, as she stared me down.
"Why is that?" I ask, bagging the garbage.
"Haven't you heard?" She whispers, grabbing onto my bicep and standing on her tippy toes.
Her breath tickles my neck, the feeling of her tongue sliding over the shell of my ear sending a tingle up my spine.
"...I'm addicted to sex."
END OF CHAPTER 1