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Chapter Two-
Later that night led me to office, she asked me questions similar to the ones my old therapist, , asked when we first met, introductory questions, we talked a bit then she got down to business
"So Georgina, from what I've seen and what has happened we have two diagnoses for you,"
"TWO?" I cut her off
"Yes, yes two, one is Pyromania and the other one is Schizophrenia."
She explained the two to me, obsession with fire, seeing and hearing things that weren't there, paranoia
she told me that it was like having Asthma, with proper medicine and care it can be handled, but I didn't care how many things she compared it too, I wasn't buying it, I wasn't schizo, I knew what I had seen I knew what I had heard, and I knew that I hadn't started that fire.
I couldn't have.
I just couldn't have.
After my session with , It was time for dinner so I didn't have time to sulk or ask questions, they must have planned it that way. I wasn't exactly looking forward to it, saying as I hadn't made a very good first impression, but maybe it would help, maybe I could find out there conditions.
I sat next to Liz again, but everything seemed different, weird,
"I'm sorry, but what's up, I mean ya'll are acting weird."
Tori's head snapped up, an angry look in her eyes
"Like you care, you came here thinking you're all better than us and crap."
"I was just asking, god, what's you problem, daddy not buy you your sports car?" the angry flame in her eyes roared, "Shut-up you little freak, at least I don't think I can hear people telling me start fires." she smirked when my eyes went wide, she continued
"I mean that was you right?" I didn't answer, everyone was looking at us
"You started that fire that was on the news, the one that killed the little boy, right?"
Everyone's mouth dropped at this looking at me like I was a bug, one that needed to be squashed quickly and never be mentioned again, everyone but Derek, he just looked at me like he did everyone, studing me.
I finally spoke "You don't know anything, I didn't start that fire." tears glazed my eyes, making it hard to see, I gritted my teeth and blinked them away
"Oh, no?, because that's what everyone here thinks, hunny, don't get too comfortable, as soon as they find enough evidence to get rid of you, they will. "She smiled; it twisted on her face unpleasantly. Tears welled in my eyes again, but this time I wasn't fast enough, they fell with a ship 'plink-plink' on the table
"Aww da poor baby's cwying," she mocked in a baby voice "why don't we go get da babies mommy? oh that's right we can't, your mommy walked out on you, didn't she?"
I was out of my chair in a second, my right arm at her neck, pinning her to the wall, my left keeping her waist secure her eyes went wide, she was scared and a part of me took pleasure in that, but I pushed that part away, tears still falling from my eyes as I spoke to her in a voice filled with so much hatred and malice I barley recognized it as my own.
"You don't know anything about me you are a stupid spoiled little bitch, you don't know the pain of looking at yourself everyday and wishing you had taken his place, wished it had been you that died, and you don't know what it was like to never be a sister, to always have to be the mother, always. I held him when he cried, punished him when he did wrong, I chased away his nightmares and talked to him about his dreams, you don't know how much I want to be dead, because you don't know pain, this is a pain that could crumble the strongest of men, the bravest of women. You don't know what it's like to lose everything you've ever loved, everything you've ever fought for untill you couldn't possibly fight anymore, but somehow you still did! They can lock me up, they can put me in jail for life, it doesn't matter if they sentence me to death, nothing you do or say will ever hurt me, because when you dead you can't feel pain. And that's what I am. I died when he did. Don't you dare sit there and mock me, you're a spoiled little brat with nothing more to do than have a go at anyone who walks in that door, I hope you go to heaven, because I don't EVER want to see you again, I'll go further than hell to get away from all you spoiled bitches who think you know pain when you don't."
I dropped her to the ground she clutched her throat gasping for air; tears fell down my face as I turned around and rushed out the door, involuntary sobs racking my body.
I could feel the fire licking my skin again.
I could hear my voice, strained, trying to find him.
I could feel the smoke filling my lungs again.
And the other one, that sickly sweet sound urging me forward, I here its voice again laughing, mocking, urging, urging, urging, me on.
"Hey." I looked up from the bottom stair I was sitting on; Simon was looking down at me a soft smile on his face.
"Hi." my voice cracked
"I'm sorry about her, she's umm," he struggled to find a word
"An inconsiderate bitch?" I offered as he sat down next to me
"Yep, that's the word. Are you okay?"
I came as a surprise to me; nobody had asked me that in a long time
"I'm always okay." I answered automatically
"That doesn't mean your okay now, don't listen to her she's just making thing up."
"No she's not."
"You mean it was you that st-"
"NO, but it was my house, but I swear I didn't start the fire."My voice was filled with the left over panic of what had just happened
"Hey, tonight is movie night, me and Derek aren't sticking around for it, why don't you come on up with us."
"Why?"
"Because, you said you didn't ever want to see Tori again, and she'll be there."
I considered it
"What'll I say to the nurses?"
"Just say that you don't want to fall to behind, tell Talbolt though, not Van Dop."
I nodded; he got up and walked towards the boy's stair case
"Simon." I called after him; he turned around "Thank-you."
He smiled
