A/N: Ah, almost 2,000 words of FF. Enjoy.
I really don't know how to handle this, but I hope I'm doing a good job. Before getting into this whole mess, I already knew she was insane but I didn't expect it to be anything like this...
When her parents actually showed up, we made it to the ER and they weren't too happy. Luckily, I was able to go with her or else she would have to deal with her parents screaming at her... about how much of an embarrassment she is... Their daughter is sick, and she can't help it. It was an awkward car ride but I'm glad I could be here.
"I don't want them here!" she shrieked, throwing another tantrum.
"They're your parents," one of the nurses calmly stated. "and you're a minor. They have to be here." Her parents stood quiet, and did their best to look concerned. I don't want them here either.
"I don't care! I don't want them in here!" she screamed and slammed her broken hand into the hard part of the bed without even wincing.
The nurse took a step closer. "Demi, you need to calm down."
She leaped to her feet and kicked the stool to the wall, and made everyone jump and a dent in the wall. My heart was beating so loud in my ears, I wasn't able to think straight. "I won't calm down until they leave!"
"Demi," I stepped closer to her, more confident than I actually felt. Her eyes looked like they were vibrating, trying to concentrate on where the voice was coming from. "Please, calm down."
Her eyes softened and grew sad, and pleading. "'Lena, make them leave." she cried. "I- I don't want them here. They're not nice to me." Her tone grew more child-like, and she became more approachable.
Before the doctors and nurses could get to her, I rushed over and cupped her face. "I'm here. Just ignore them. 'Kay?" I gently smushed her cheeks together, and she nodded. When I forced a smile, she smiled widely, and showed off her incredible smile. I almost forgot where we were for a split second. Everything came crashing back when I saw the people in white from the corners of my eyes. Her arms quickly wrapped around my neck, and pulled me closer to her. "Okay, now let's go back onto the bed so they can fix your hand."
With a little more effort, we were able to get her parents to at least wait outside of the room. The doctors wrapped up her hand and put two fingers into a splint all while she clung to me.
"I know you don't want your parents in here, but we do need them to discuss a few things."
She whimpered. "L-like what?"
The doctor cleared his throat. "Having you committed, again."
It felt like my heart fell to the pit of my stomach and throw it up all at the same time. I look over to a speechless Demi, who was silently crying. "Y-you can't! That's not fair! She just missed one dose."
"We'll discuss it further with her parents in the room."
oOoOo
School was the last place I wanted to be. Everyone asked me what happened, why me, and where Demi was. All of these questions were impossible to answer without giving up any of her secrets. What do I say? Demi's insane and got a little too mad when someone said something bad about her girl friend and now she has to go into the institution... right... That will totally go well.
Right after school, I went to the institution where she was being held. The building was so eerie. I wouldn't believe for one minute that crazy people go here to become sane again. The walls were white, the floors were white, the uniforms for both staff and patients were white, and worse of all the employees didn't seem too friendly. This whole place reeked of bad vibes.
"Hey, I'm here to see a patient: Demitria Monroe."
The woman behind the counter typed in her name and looked back up at me from her thick rimmed glasses. "Demitria can't have any visitors for another two weeks. She's a new patient, and you have to go through an evaluation before you can see her."
"W-what kind of evaluation?"
"You have to go through an interview to see if it's healthy for Demitria to see you. If you're a bad influence on her, you might set her treatment back a few steps."
Treatment... "Who do I see about the evaluation?"
oOoOo
During the two week evaluation, Demi was able to send me letters. She told me about her group therapy, her medications, and how much she hated it there. She told me that her parents haven't gone to see her, or even sign up to go through evaluation. The last few letters were a bit off, so I can't wait to see her to see what's really going on with her.
I went through the full process of going to see her. I was interviewed, searched, and even went through a drug test. It will all be worth it.
We had to have our first few visits monitored by a para. It was very awkward to have this scrawny lady follow me to see my girl friend for the first time in two weeks. Of course, I would want to spend my time doing private things with her but there are always obstacles.
"Demi!" I practically cried when I saw her. Even in a white night gown, she still looked stunning. She stood up with a small smile and waved. With out any thought, my arms were already tightly around her. She was just so beautiful, and delicate... I just wanted to smuggle her out of this place in my bag.
"Hello, Selena." she finally said, after I pulled away. Her eyes traveled to the woman who was standing only two paces behind me. "You didn't have to go through all of that to see me." she said with a small smile.
"I miss you... School's dull without you."
"I bet..."
I cleared my throat. It was difficult to find conversation that was appropriate to speak about in front of this woman... "So, how're you feeling today?" Not just difficult, but near impossible.
Demi shrugged. "Okay, I guess." She stated and looked up at me, blankly.
"You've been taking your medication?" Yet another awkward question.
"Yes. New ones, actually."
I shook my head. "W-what do they do?"
"They make me calm, I suppose. My moods haven't been up and down lately... I'm content." she shrugged.
She stared at me. Blank. "That's good." I cleared my throat and glanced over at the woman behind me. "I'm glad that you're feeling better." I shuffled my feet. There were so many things I wanted to say, ask and do but I couldn't... I had to bottle it. I'm not sure how her parents... or how the hospital would react to me leaping on top of her and completely staining these white sheets. I had to watch my tongue, and make sure it didn't find Demi's.
oOoOo
The hospital only allows one visit per week for the first month, so I see her on the weekend for about three hours. I bring her stationary, and cross word puzzles... They're not allowed to have much in there. A video game may disrupt their recovery, as well as music that wasn't approved by the therapist.
I've been going to every visit for the past month, and they finally deemed it as unnecessary for us to have any supervision. I was glad that a para wasn't hovering over our conversations... Even though I was comfortable in the silence, I really hate when people can hear my conversation when my words are meant for one person only.
Excited, I made my way down the hallway, and straight to her room. I've been here enough to know where it is blind folded. She was sitting upright, possibly doing one of the puzzle books I bought her. "Hey, Demi."
Her head slowly tilted towards the door, and she politely stood from her desk. "Hello, Selena."
When she said my name, my eyes lit up. "I've missed you so so so much." I said holding on to her as tightly as I could.
"And I, you." she said, nearly robotically. My grip loosened... "Are you all right?" she questioned. I assumed it was sincere, but her tone didn't specify.
"You just seem different." I said in a low voice.
"I understand if you'd like to break up..." she said blankly.
"No, that's not that at all!" I said quickly.
"Selena, I'm not the same person..."
"You are. You are!" I begged and convinced myself. "I'm your 'Lena Puppy." I either imagined it, or I really saw the edge of her lips curl slightly...
"I don't feel like I'm the same... I feel blank. These anti-depressants make me feel nothing. I'd rather be sad, and remember I'm human than to feel empty." Her chest rose. "It feels like they emptied me out of all my emotions, feelings and thought to fill them with their idea of what I should be."
The tears kept rolling down the sides of my cheeks. "No... No! I work so hard around everything and everyone else because I want to be with you!"
"A good relationship doesn't need work."
"A great lasting one does!" I whimpered out and hoped she would understand. "I didn't have to work to be happy with you! Not at all... It's the world around us that sucks and ...I peed in a cup!"
"You want to continue dating a crazy person that's locked up in an institution?"
I nodded frantically, as I tried to prepare myself to speak. "Because you're my amazing insane girl friend who chases away my ex girl friends, make fun of my old clothes, and gets her hand broken defending me." I choked out the next few words. "I love you."
Demi's eyes widened, then returned back to normal. I couldn't make out what she was thinking, but I hoped her eyes would stop wandering soon, just so I would know... "I love you too." she mumbled. "I just wish I could have said that better, and felt it." she looked down at her white slippers. "I know that I would normally feel it, so I know that I do..."
It's not exactly how I pictured telling someone that I loved them, but I understand, I guess. "Do you wanna lay down?"
A/N: Despite all the pleas, I put her in anyway. So there you go... If you're displeased, FIGHT ME!