a/n: There is hardly any Girl Interrupted fanfics, so I don't know how this will go. But the basic summery is this story tells of Jamie's time at Claymoore. Enjoy and review please!
I don't want to talk to them. Honestly, I don't want to see them, don't want to smell their rancid breath and unwashed bodies, don't want to hear their meaningless talk of cards or shrill laughter. I don't want to be here.
I'm not crazy. I don't belong at Claymoore.
I grip my thighs and dig my nails as hard into them as I can. But they have cut my nails, so all I feel is the hard pressure of my fingertips. I give up, simply clenching my eyes shut and grinding my teeth. Slump further down on the overstuffed couch. Not here, not here, not here...
"So, what's your name?"
I open one eye. Oh, god. Her face has melted. Ew. Bile rises in my throat. Her sweet smile makes it all that disfiguring. I edge away from her, eyes wide open now. Would the nurses come if one of these ... people attacked me?
The others lean over too. Oh lord, why am I here? I am not like these girls. One is cradling a toy doll. A toy doll! She is older then me. I am not crazy. I don't belong here. I don't, I do not.
"She must be dumb," The skeleton one says dismissively, tossing her head. I curled my lip, anger building.
"I talk when I feel like it," I snarl, standing up and bunching my fists. Someone snorts. I turn wildly, trying to find the source. And there she is. I hadn't noticed her before, she was sitting in the shadows. But now she leans forward, golden hair glittering in the afternoon sun. She doesn't look like she had slept in days. Smoke curls from her lips.
Now she stands. I hate her. Her with her oversized jeans and tight yellow t-shirt. And a lazy, patronizing smirk.
"Gonna fight me, tiger?" She drawls, jerking her head towards my fists. I glower in response. I want to fight. I shouldn't be here, I want to fight my way out. But this girl is a head taller then me and looks stronger.
I turn away. I bet I could take the anorexic one though...
"You're scaring her, Lisa," the burnt one says. My hands ball once more. I am never scared. I swing back around, jutting out my chin. She lets out a bark of laughter.
"Naw," She coos, moving slowly towards me. She takes another drag on her cigarette, smirking behind the smoke. I bare my teeth. "I'm sorry, baby."
"Shut up," I say. I can feel it. Feel it coming up, like the bile. Her eyes glitter. She moves her lips in a horrible imitation of a smile. Again she steps towards me, flicking the cigarette into a nearby ashtray.
"Did mean old Lisa upset you?" She asks, pausing between each word. Her arm snakes up and curls over my shoulder.
I shove her, as hard as I could. She falls to the ground like a stone, but tugs me down with her. Suddenly, I can't move. She has rolled over, pinning me to the ground. I don't scream. I don't yell. She lies on top of me, and I can feel every single curve and jut of her body. Her hands twist around my wrists, pulling us closer. I buck as hard as I can, but she is strong as a man. The other girls surround us, barking and catcalling. She lowers her head, and I was struck with her beauty. Her pale blue eyes stare into mine, full lips parted slightly, out of breath. She comes closer, and for a single second I think she will kiss me. But she keeps going. Her teeth fasten onto my jaw and she bites down, causing me to jerk and gasp. Tears spring to my eyes. It hurts like hell, and I could have sworn I felt her teeth connect with bone.
Then she was gone. I roll up to find her being dragged off by a male attendant. Valerie is yelling at her, but she isn't listening. She's watching me.
"Is that how you fight, Jamie? That how you fight off Mr Colarad?" She yells back to me. I stand up and watch them take her away, up the stairs and out of sight. A nurse comes to me and wipes the blood trickiling down my neck from her bite. I continue to watch the staircase, long after the other girls have sat down again to play cards once more.
How did she know about Ben?
I didn't even tell them my name.