She's standing in front of the small window in her room, wearing blue jeans and a loose white t-shirt with a blank stare plastered across her face. Just wishing her thoughts were as blank as her look. She can't stop thinking about the past, that's all she has been able to think about since she stepped foot in this asylum. No future existed to her, only the past. She wasn't able to think about tomorrow or the future, all that existed to her was נυℓу 23, 2009.
The male medic steps into Miley's room and lightly taps on her open door, "Ms. Ray? Your ride is here."
She slowly turns around, as if coming out of a trance and gathers her bags, carefully walking to the door. After the medic exits the room, she glances back at the room that was нєя room for the past 15 months one last time before quietly walking out.
She follows the medic to the front desk as he quietly begins talking with the secretary.
Miley walks up behind him and patiently waits for him to finish talking. She was in no hurry to see her family, or what was left of it anyway.
He eventually finishes talking and motions for Miley to follow him into the waiting room.
She follows him into the room she knew all too well, along with all the other rooms in this loony bin.
And there he was, the person she had been missing so much, yet he looked at her as if he was looking at a stranger. The only problem was, he was anything but a stranger to her. He was that part of herself she loved the most. And she always thought she was the part of him he loved the most, now she knew she was the part of him he нαтєd the most.
The man stands up almost immediately when the medic and Miley walk in the room. He stares at a girl with sad eyes; long, stringy brown hair and a scratched face, a girl he used to know so well, a girl that used to be so easy to talk to. He wondered how so much could change in less than two years, how he could go from having a happy and healthy family to having a вяσкєη family barely hanging on.
The medic begins to feel strange standing there in the quiet so he breaks the silence, "Mr. Ray, I assume you have filled out all the proper paper work?"
Mr. Ray nods quickly and tears his eyes away from his daughter to look over at the medic before speaking in a boisterous voice, "Yes, of course."
The medic speaks quickly, hoping to get this over quickly so he can get to lunch. "Excellent."
Mr. Ray takes a moment before looking back at his daughter and nodding towards the exit. "Ready?"
Miley swallows nervously and slowly makes her way to the exit. She had never felt so alone in her life, not even 15 months in that loony bin could make her feel as alone as she felt at this moment. Walking in silence to her father's car, knowing how нυят and dιѕαρρσιηтєd he was, that was the worst kind of ℓσηєℓιηєѕѕ she had ever felt. She didn't think everything would go back to normal, she didn't expect to be ƒσяgινєη, but she didn't expect it to нυят so badly.
He unlocks his car and silently puts Miley's bags in the back of the car before getting into the drivers side.
She sits in the passenger seat of his car and stares straight ahead as he pulls out of the hospitals parking lot and makes his way to the highway.
He glances over at his daughter and tries to speak calmly. "I'm sorry your mother couldn't come, she thought it would be better if she had dinner ready when you got home."
She nods mechanically without even glancing over at him.
He ignores her silence and continues to speak, trying to ease the awkward tension in every inch of the car. "She's making your favorite; spaghetti."
The first conversation with her dad after 15 months and it's about spaghetti. She feels disappointed yet somewhat relieved; the last thing she wants is to discuss how she's feeling or how the tragedy 15 months ago changed her life forever. She doesn't bother responding to her fathers comment; she doesn't even know how to respond. Is she supposed to act normal? Is she supposed to pretend like nothing happened?
He drove the rest of the way home in complete silence, he didn't know how to act any more than Miley did. He wanted to forgive his daughter, he wanted to get their relationship back but he couldn't help feeling ѕαd and αηgяу. He didn't like feeling that way about his daughter but he didn't know how to move past it.
She takes a step inside as her father closes the front door behind her. She feels all the memories flood her head as she looks around the house she left all those months ago.
He leaves his daughter to reminisce as he carries her bags up the flight of stairs to her bedroom.
She stands there for a moment feeling an overwhelming amount of nostalgia when she suddenly sees her mother step out of the kitchen. She didn't know what to expect and it тєяяιƒιєd her to think that even her mother may ℓσαтнє нєя νєяу єχιѕтєηcє.