chapter 2
This morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock telling me 5:30. I yelled and dragged my body outta bed. Who gets up this early! I complained to my self. I walked over to the mirror and played with my brown locks of hair which looked a mess. My green eyes looked tired and red. A cup of coffe frist, then get ready for the day. Walking over to the kitchen I remembered that I had nothing in my new apartment. No food. No coffe. Great. I turned around walked back to my bedroom. Looking through my closet I found a black skrit that was alittle above my knees, a white blouse that was a little low cut, and a black suit jacket. I knew working at a big asylum meant I had to dress classy. Even if it meant high heels. God I hate high heels. Once I got my outfit on, I walked over to the bathroom and brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, and put on a little makeup. I choose to wear my dark wild burnnet hair down and played with it. Then I walked back in my room and put on those god awful high heels. Last night dad told me this moring he would put the car keys under my mat outside my room, because he forgot them ( I got my car send to Gotham),so I picked up the mat and they were. I put the keys in my purse and left my room -or home whatever- and shut and locked the door. I took the stairs down hopeing I wouldn't fall cuz my high heels. Outside it was a little bright, but still gloomy. I saw my sliver Honda parked in front of the arpartment building. I got my keys out and unlocked the driver's door. I hop in the car and started the engirne and locked at the clock, 6:08 a.m. I was making pretty good time, but I still need breakfest and my coffe. I needed to be there by 6:30, so I think I have enough time to go to McDoalnds. After I ate breakfest I took my meds out of my purse. I looked at the bottle for awhile.I remembered the frist time a doctor gave me a bottle just like this one.
"." Dr. Garywell said coming out of his office little fifteen me fellowing behind him. "Can I speak to you for a minitue." My mother her nodded her head a little worried and told me to wait in the tiny waiting room. But said it would be better if i came with them. My mom and I sat in front of his desk waiting for him to speak as he looked at some papers. "Well...I've talked to your daughter and the way she spoke she has many probles right now." My mom looked at me then back at the doctor. "Well...I know shes depressed...but I don't understand why. Me and her father give her everything. Shes...a brat!" I finched when she said that. "Now Mrs. Autumn please stay clam...thats whats best right now." and she did. "Now when I was talking to..." He had to look back at the papers to remember my name! We're talking for almost a hour before he brought in my mom and he can't remember my name! "Bella...thats it." Oh way go doc.(Oh also I hate my frist name. I always liked Emilie better.) Back to the doctor. "She told me that when she was about five to started to hear voices that weren't there." My mom sighed. "I thought it was just a child thing...you know- like an imaginary friend." She said innocencely and shrugged. Then I came in. "I stopped hearing them now. It...was just when I was little." "Yes Bella...you told me that." said and then cleared his throut. "Also she talked about her being raped by an older boy she used to know,being abused my her father when hes drunk,her depression,her acting hyper somthimes, mood swings, Her prombles sleeping at night, and her thought about commiting suicide." My mom's eyes shot wide at the word suicide. "Oh...Oh my God...Doctor I didn't know...I mean I knew she was depressed...But not that depressed." I looked down at the floor bitting my lip and hoped that wouldn't cry. "Its ok." The doctor said like it was an everyday thing! "People who are suicidle don't let anyone know. They bottled it up." Great. Now I'm suicidle. I thought you were called thst only if you actly tired to! My mom to turned to look at me and pulled my head back up to look at her. "Sorry...I just thought about it...I don't think I would really do it? Its...just the pain..is to much it feels like...I just thought about it."I said in a soft voice. "You just thought about it." She said in a dissapointed voice. "Well..." said breaking the sillence. "In my opinon..your daughter has a bioploar disorder...and she need to take medication and counseling." He said in a professional voice. "I'll need you to signed this, please." He said giving her a paper with a clipbored and pen. She signed it and they talked more about the medication and the counseling. Then we left Dr. Garywell's office.
That night I heard my mom talking on the phone. I put my orange bottle filled with my happy meds on my nightstand and slowy put my head to my bedroom door. "Rob...what should we do? Our daughter is crazy! She thought about killing herself!" pause. "Ok...Ok...but she is. I mean thinking about killing yourself is just crazy. Isn't being bioploar means crazy." I pulled my head away from the door not wanting to hear anymore. Was I really nuts! I didn't think I was, but my own mother just said I was. I sat on my bed and felt tears coming down my face.
I swallowed the pill with a sip of my coffe and I drove off to the narrows. The narrows were the most crappest place in the city. No one dare to walk alone at night there. After driving around the narrow I found the asylum. It was huge. Woo, I hope I don't get lost in this place. I thought parking my car in the parking lot. I came in to the building walking towards the front desk. "Name?" the old lady at the front desk asked sounding bored. "Umm...I'm Bella...Well Isabella Autumn. I'm here to be Dr. Arkham's assistant." I said trying to sound profassional, but failed. "Ahh...Yes he's waiting for you, but would like to talked to you first. He's the head psychiatrist here arkham and he apologize for not getting to talked to yet. He's on the 4th floor and when get there take a right and keep walking until you see door with a gold plate on it saying " Crane." Jonathan! Jonathan crane! My old good wired friend! I messed so much when I was younger. I thought i would never see him again, but he was here in this building wanting to talk to me! Oh yeah and he was now my boss. I wounder how thats going to be like. Having your old best friend as your boss. Wait! What if he does remember me? Then that will suck big time. Be I will hope for the best and hope he still remembers me. "Madma?" The old lady said breaking my thoughts and sounding annoyed. "4th it." I smiled and waved bye to the bitchy old lady and made my to the elevator. The elevator ride felt like it took forever as a million questions went through my mind. Finally I heard a ding that told me I was on the 4th floor. I felt giddy as I was out of the elevator and took a right turn looking for the door with Jonathan's name one it.
I found it and froze when my hand was about to knock on the door. "Just knock already there's nothing to fear." I told myself and then knocked. "Come in" A man's voice said loudly. I walked though the door and meet a pair of icy blue eye staring at me. "Ahh, !" He said smiling at me and sounded thrilled. "Its been too long. I'm very excited to having woking here at arkham." I smiled back and all my memberies of Jonathan and I came back to me at once. "I'd hope you remember me, Jonathan. I can't beileve you own the whole asylum. Oh, yeah don't call me . You know how I feel about that." I said playfuly walking over to him. I thought about hugging him, but then I remember how Jonathan had a not touching rule. "Of crouse I remember you, Bella. I could never forget you. You were my only true friend. Umm...nevermind that. We can talk about old memories later. I mean I do want to talk to you. I just have a busy schulce and we can't have waiting all day." "Yeah, I understand" Then he grabbed a file off his desk and told me to sit and he sat in his chair. He started to talk about everything I needed to know about working the asylum, but it was hard to pay attion for me. I couldn't stop staring at him. His looks changed so much! He was no longer some lenky nerdy looking teenage boy. He was a man now. His voice was deeper, he had high cheeck bones, and he looked little less lenky. He was acttive! The girls back in high who used to call him a nerd must think his hot now. "Wait! Why are you thinking about him this way. You finally get to him and your think about how hot he is? He's just a friend." I remined myself. "Bella? Are you still with me?" Jonathan asked rising an eyebrow. "Umm...yeah sorry." I said feeling embrassed. "So, thats all your need to know." he said whwn he was done talking about Arkham and sighed. "Got, Jonathan." "I prefure the call me while we are working. To keep it professional." He said seriously and I could tell that serious side of him was coming and I wasn't getting any sepical treatment, because I was an old friend. I reminded myself that jonathan could be a smartass sometimes. "Sorry, ." "So, now you can go assist, and his needs. You know where to find me if you need any thing, but should help you with that." He said as he cleaned his glasses with his tie. There was a moment of sillence off me and Jonathan staring at each other and then the phone rang. The sudden rang made me jump and Jonathan chuckled. "." he greeted. "Umm...Can you wait a moment?" He asked the person on the phone frowning. He put the phone on hold. "Sorry I have to take this. Umm...How about you and I go out to eat tonight. We can catch up on each other. My treat." "Sure." I said trying not to sound giddy. "Good. I'll call you." He said and took the phone off of hold."Yes i'm still here. What do you want." Those were the last of the word I heard when I was walking at of his office. Who ever that was on the phone really irreated Jonathan. I shrugged that thought away and went into 's office.