AUTHORS NOTEEAGE: This story I am deticating to Liv or as you know her ShootingStaronTheHorizon
"Clare, can you tell me why you're here?"
Gulp.
I fidgeted with my shirt, and picked my nails. They were keeping me in this place.
"Clare, can you talk to me?"
"I just, I just want to get out of here!" I begged with much desperation in my voice.
"Clare, you have a problem, and you're here to get help." I sighed, I didn't have a problem, I just liked doing drugs.
"Can I just go to sleep?" I asked, knowing I would just cry and freak out. Lately in this place the smallest sounds set my mind off.
Click
Click.
Click.
Click.
"Stop, with the clicking of the pen, I told you it drives me crazy!" I yelled at her. I started to try to claw my face off, yet again it didn't work. I was trying so hard to break free of my skin, to let myself go!
"Mr. Goldsworthy, we need your assistance." I had no idea who that was, but some man came in the room.
"Clare, Clare honey, relax. Everything's okay, alright? Just take a deep breath." I've been through this, many times this week.
But looking into these stranger eyes, I couldn't help but feel bounded by his presence to just listen to him.
"Clare honey, are you okay? What's wrong?" I sighed, and looked away, frightened.
"The pen. She won't stop with the pen! It's driving me crazy!" I started to freak out again, and his arms immediately went to grab my wrists. As soon as I felt his touch I weakened into it. It was like another way to cope.
"Clare, I promise the pen will stop okay? It won't happen again, okay?" I nodded, still afraid. I started to relax until I heard another noise.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
"What, what is that?" I asked her again, before the man with the magic touch left, I kept hearing it.
"What IS that noise? Stop it PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP!" I tried to beg for mercy.
"Julia! Stop! You can see its hurting her! What is your problem?" He was yelling at her,
"Please, just, just take me home. Get me out of here! I CANNOT STAND IT!" I yelled, and finally tore my skin.
"Clare you need to listen to me okay? I will take you somewhere quiet, alright? But you have to relax. Can I trust you?" He was looking deep in my eyes, which were wide with fear.
"So, if I listen, I can get out of here?"
He nodded, and smiled so beautifully.
"Come on, I promise I'll make it all better." I sighed and slowly followed him, making sure not to break our touching, because right now, he was making all the noises go away, by simply touching him.