Ok, I know that nobody reviewed my last chapter, so that means I should just give up. But I told you the first chapter would kind of suck because it was the Prologue so here's the next chapter.
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As I pulled up the rocky drive into the clinic, I saw Rachel's face pressed up against the window. The second she saw my rusty, green Chevy, she ran out the door to greet me with a huge hug.
She wrapped my arms around me so tightly that I wondered if she wanted to break a few of my rips. "Need…air," I uttered out.
She quickly released me from her cobra death-grip. She stared at the ground and mumbled an apology. Her hair shielded most of her face, but it was obvious she had been crying a lot.
"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault I need air to breathe," I said, trying to lighten the mood. She half-heartedly giggled and I wrapped her in another embrace. "How 'ya doing?" She just shrugged. I pulled her out at arms length, keeping my hands on her shoulders and made her look up at me.
She was a mess. The skin around her yellow-green eyes was red and puffy and her usually sleek, dirty blonde hair was a huge mess of hair scattered around her head.
"That's not a good answer."
"Well, how do you think I'm doing? I'm locked up with the crazies. I haven't been here 2 hours and I'm already getting treated like a senile old lady. So, I'm not doing so hot, Kris."
"Well, at least telling the truth."
"You're being too optimistic."
"It's better than both of us being all doom and gloom. Now tell me what happened."
"Where do I start?"
"The beginning. But while you talk, we'll move all of your crap out of my baby."
"Your baby is a rotting piece of shit."
"Don't hurt her feelings. I still need her to drive me home."
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes as she walked over to my truck to grab an armload of her stuff, getting somewhat back to her usual self, only more depressed.
"Well in Science class, my lab partner, 'accidentally' poured hot chemicals on me. The real reason why she did it was because I yelled at her to stop playing dumb blonde with big boobs in front of the guys, because we were dealing with chemicals."
"Was it slutty, hoe-bag, bitch, Izzie?"
"Of course. So I flipped out because A) she poured hot chemicals on me B) she's slutty, hoe-bag bitch, Izzie and C) it hurt like hell. And right on cue, my poltergeist went berserk."
"First she steals your boyfriend and then this. I always knew she was trouble."
"Exactly! And then when chemicals and glass and who-knows-what-else went flying, the psych guards were brought in. Now I've been here and getting the grand tour, meeting everyone, getting my schedule, blah, blah, blah."
I opened my mouth to tell her how much this sucked, but a nurse at the front desk called me over, "You, hey you, Blondie!"
Blondie? You'd think at a psych ward, they'd be more aware of feeling and all of that bull "Me?"
"Yes, you. You need to come sign in as a visitor." She said, ushering me over to her desk. I dropped everything I was hold and speed-walked over to her desk. "Name?"
"Krystal Disagen. That's K-RY-S-T-A-L D-I-S-A-G-E-N."
The nurse typed that into a computer, and them asked, "Why are you here?"
"I'm visiting Rachel Grey. She's new here, so I brought over some of her things from her house." I said pointing at Rach and the pile of her stuff that I had dropped next to her.
"Relation to patient?"
"We're best friends."
"How long will you be visiting?" The pudgy nurse asked, sounding very bored.
"As long as I can," I replied, adding an extra bit cheerfulness just to annoy the nurse. It was fun to annoy people who were supposed to be happy because they dealt with people all day that were angry. The nurse typed that into her computer without asking anything else. "So… can I go now?"
The nurse looked up at me over her cat-eye glasses and nodded with a frown plastered on her face.
I ran back over to where Rachel was standing, "Wow, whatever happened to service with a smile?"
"Half of the staff here is like that. The other half is all perky-cheerleader-at-a-pep-rally kind of thing. I prefer Fatso over there's type," she replied with a shudder.
"Damn that really sucks. Which room is yours?" I asked as we turned into a long hallway filled with a bunch of doors.
She stepped ahead of me and shoved open a door in the middle of the hall that was identical to the rest. There wasn't even a number on the door. I wondered how people remembered which room was theirs.
I followed Rachel into the room. The walls were a very bland off-white and the carpet was a
boring beige. There was a small dresser, a tiny desk, and a twin size bed in the room. I understood why
Rach wanted me to bring her things over as soon as humanly possible. It was a good thing I brought the
colorful polka-dots that we had made over spring break to tape up on her walls.
"While you stare off into la-la-land, I'll just go get the next load," Rachel said, snapping me out of
my trance. She was walking toward the door.
"Oh, sorry, I'm coming hold on," I dropped my armload onto her desk and started toward the door,
she was already walking down the halls, "I thought I said to hold on!" I called down the hallway.
"That's why I'm walking sloooowly."
I just rolled my eyes and sped up. The only problems was; the second I stepped out the door, I ran
strait into someone. Somehow, I ended up on the floor with him laying face-down on top of me.
"Oh, jeez. I'm really sorry. I didn't see you there. Usually, new people don't have people coming
to see them already. Are you okay?" he said as he shoved himself off me.
I followed his lead and began to get up off the floor, "No problem, I'm fi-" I meant to say fine, but
my sentence was cut off when I fell back down.
He rushed over to make sure I was okay and to help me up, "Oh, shit. How hard did we run into
each other? Did you hit your head?"
"I'm okay. Don't worry it's just a head rush. I didn't hit my head. I'm naturally this uncoordinated.
Just ask her," I replied as I pointed over at Rachel.
Rach nodded in agreement, "This is normal. She's actually doing pretty good compared to usual.
Remember that one time you dropped the toaster strudel on your foot while you were walking and you
wanted to prove to me that you could walk without dropping it on your foot again and you walked right into
the oven?"
"It still didn't fall on my foot so ha!" I replied, sticking my tongue out, even though I was still
laying on the ground.
He lightly chuckled, "Well klutzy or not, that was my fault. So sorry about that. Here, let me help
you up this time so you don't fall again," he said holding his hand out to me.
Haha, trust me, she would have fallen at some point today anyway," Rachel commented with a
giggle.
I stuck out my tongue again before I grabbed his hand and hoisted myself up, hoping I wouldn't
get another head rush. He helped me up off the ground, pulling up most of my weight.
Once I was up off the ground I could see him clearly and damn that boy was hot! He had blonde,
skater hair that stopped right above his eyes. His eyes were amazing, icy blue and his they were probably
the inspiration for that saying, the eyes are the windows to the soul. He was a good 6 inches taller than my
average sized 5'8 frame and he was pretty well built. Not too strong, but not just skin and bones either, plus
he had that sexy arm vein thing where when guys were strong, the veins in their arms popped out. His smile
was dazzling, white with strait teeth, but best of all it was a genuine smile.
I released that I was staring to stare, so I busied myself with pulling blonde hair out of my face and
readjusting my glasses.
"By the way, I'm Shane," he said, showing another one of his heart-stopping smiles.
I smiled back, "I'm Kris, well Krystal, but just I prefer Kris."
He opened his mouth to reply, but a yell that came from down the hall cut him off, "Dude, what's
taking so long? The iPod speakers are right there!" I figure appeared around the corner. "Oh, I see. A new
girl. Oh, wait, two new girls. You're really out doing yourself Shane," he said wagging his eyebrows.
"Jay I just ran into her. And you're not very patient," Shane said rolling his eyes, "or mature for
that matter."
Rachel and I began to chuckle. We knew how guys were, we hung out with them. So I didn't
suspect this Jay guy was serious. Maybe he was, but it was still funny to listen to them.
I noticed Rachel eyeing Jay. I couldn't blame her, he wasn't half bad looking either. He was pretty
strongly built, too. His dark brown hair was a medium length that came to about the middle of his forehead.
His eye matched his hair and matched his tanned skin nicely.
I also noticed Jay checking Rachel out. His eyes continued to travel up and down her short and
curvy body, and then would rest on her face for a while. Now that I thought about it, they would make a
pretty cute couple. Fine with me, she could have him. Jay may have been hot but he wasn't Shane.
"Dude what's taking those bozos so long?" I heard someone yell from the direction Jay had come
from. Jay and Shane both shook their heads slightly.
"Well, we have to go. Maybe we'll see you around?" Shane asked.
"Well, you'll see Rach a lot more than me, but unless they won't let me keep visiting then I'll
probably be here a lot, too."
Jay scrunched up his forehead, "You're not a patient here? Yet you want to spend as much time as
possible here?"
"Yeah, well I probably should be here anyways, and Rachel and I share a brain so we can't be
separated for too long," I replied with a giggle.
Rachel nodded in agreement, "We can't be separated that easily."
They both grinned and said bye, before turning and running back to the room they came from when
they heard someone else coming down the hall.
"Kris likes a crazy guy, Kris likes a crazy guy," Rachel sang as we walked back out my truck.
"What are you singing about? You like a crazy guy, too."
"Yeah, but I'm crazy, too."
I gave her a skeptical look, "And I'm not crazy?"
She burst out laughing, "True, very true."
Okay, so it's still not that great but it will get better. Pleeeeeeeeease review!!!!!