Chapter 2
15 days later
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"Paige dear. Be quiet now."
"NO! Let Me OUT! NOW!" Paige's shrill voice echoed out from the sound proof room.
"Paige. We've told you. When you calm down, when you recover you'll be free to go." The polite nurse was trying exceptionally hard to keep her voice steady and content.
"RECOVER?! RECOVER MY ARSE!"
"Paige, please. You're being difficult."
"Difficult?" This was the last word the nurse could make. The rest were muffled swears.
"Excuse me?" Paige's voice had calmed down extensively.
"Yes?"
"Um, what's the date?"
"It's the 5th of December." The nurse tried to whisper.
Paige's painful cry was worse than another. You could hear her trying to scratch her way out of the padded cell.
***
"Paige?"
"What?"
"It's me, your mum."
"Mum? MUM!" Paige's voice grew excited, "MUM you've got to get me out of here! Please, please, ple-" Paige's voice broke down in tears.
"Well, they think it's too early. But I've decided I want you home. Okay? So calm down and we'll go home."
Paige's mum wandered off to sign some forms. Within an hour Paige was allowed to go. Cradled round the shoulder by her mother Paige was guided past the J.K Rowling Mental health institute.
"Why did they put me there mum?"
"You
reacted badly to the fall. Don't you remember? You kept screaming
about the films Paige. You attacked someone trying to see it.
Remember?"
"Oh I guess that makes sense. Um, Mum?"
"Yes?"
"Could, do you think, we do something tonight to celebrate my homecoming?"
"Anything. What did you have in mind?"
"Um, there's this film I want to see..."
"No! No way. Sorry Paige but look what it's done to you."
"But Mummy!"
"No."
Paige didn't worry. She had a plan involving her and scoot.