WARNING: sadness and asylums and shannons :D
Chapter Twenty-Five: Visitor (Julia & Eli's POV)
Two months later:
Julia's POV:
"Are you sure you want to go inside Julia?" Adam asked, his voice hesitant. I swallowed and looked at the asylum. There was wire all around the building, wardens walking around. Even some patients were allowed to walk around. I even saw a old woman talking to a oak tree. A common thing me and her. My father was in there. Inside that huge asylum, they had him locked inside a padded room, strapped down, needle ready. I felt my heart fall thinking of that. Thinking of them treating my Dad horribly. He didn't deserve any of this. "Yes. He's my Dad, Adam. Of course I want to see him." I advised Adam. Adam nodded and grabbed my hand before I could leave the car with him. "There will be things in this asylum that will scare you. If you need to close your eyes. Grab onto my arm, I'll lead you to Eli's ward." Adam told me. I nodded. "Does that apply for me too, Dad?" Yvonne perked from the backseat. I jumped, forgetting that Yvonne was accompanying us. "Yvonne Jacqueline. I told you not to even come. Why?" Adam groaned annoyed. Yvonne sighed. "I'm not here to see some freaks running around." Yvonne scoffed. I shot her a dirty look. For all I know that could my own father. "Sorry." Yvonne mumbled. "Didn't mean to offend you." Yvonne said, looking away. Adam rolled his eyes before exiting the car. Yvonne and myself did the same. Each of this taking either side of Adam. "What ward is Eli in, Dad?" Yvonne chirped from beside Adam, looking at her surroundings carefully. Adam cleared his throat. "Schizophrenic ward." Adam murmured softly. I stiffened. "Will he hurt us?" Yvonne asked, her voice on the edge of nervousness. Adam sighed. "I don't know the answer Y. I really don't." Adam admitted. "Eli's tried to attack me before.. When we were younger." Adam revealed to us. I glanced at Adam quickly. "What'd Dad do?" I asked fast. "He was snarling. I remember that. His eyes were glazing over. His face losing every ounce of Eli. His mouth turning into a grimace. His mind was fighting with the insanity. He told me to escape-his sane side did. I didn't want too.. But I didn't want to hurt Fiona if I was injured." Adam whispered quietly. The snarling, the glazed eyes, his grimace. I was familiar with it all. All three were exposed to me that night of horror. A night unspoken of. Silence was between us three as we were led by a warden into the asylum. At first it wasn't bad. Sure people seemed a bit weird, too depressed, rocking in the corner and too much smiling. Then as he climbed floors, it became worse. People with multiple personalities, people screaming, people running around naked. There was a whole floor for the criminally insane as well, but thankfully Dad's floor was before the criminally insane. I was launched onto Adam's hand, as was Yvonne. Both of us were terrified.. And we haven't even hit the schizophrenic ward.
The screams were unbearable. Hurting my eardrums profusely. Thankfully the doors were locked shut. I regret looking to my right to see a man, probably in his twenties, chewing at his leg and banging his head against the wall. A nurse was trying to calm him with a needle. I glanced away quickly. Definitely terrified. "Here is his room." The warden said, stopping in front of Dad's room. I could see his chart, Elijah Goldsworthy, Age: Thirty-Nine Disorder: Schizophrenia I shivered at the mere thought of what was in that bulky folder. "Has he been okay?" Adam asked, clear worry on his round face. "Only has had one episode since being here, calmed him down pretty quickly with the needle. Other than that he's been depressed, severely I should say. Stay's in the corner of his room, rocking. He has his group therapy for the suicide attempt three times a week. Doesn't say much." The warden explained. "Has he clawed?" Adam asked in a hushed voice. The warden shook his head. "Surprisingly no. He was about to during his episode a couple weeks ago, but we drugged him quickly and strapped him down." The warden explained. "Listen, I have to go down to another ward. Just call for Shannon here for any assistance." The warden said before scurrying off. "So which one of you will see, Elijah?" Shannon asked, looking at us three. I raised my hand. "I suppose me." I said softly. Shannon nodded. "Are you his daughter?" Shannon asked. I nodded as Shannon unlocked the door. "I see the resemblance." Shannon said with a smile. Shannon than swung the door open, revealing Dad's life.
Eli's POV:
Rock. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Door opening. Door opening? The doors never open on a Friday. Friday is my day. As is Saturday and Sunday. Those are my days. My days where nurses or wardens don't bother me. Days where I'm a forgotten patient. Invisible. "Elijah. You have visitors." The nurse-Shannon was her name. She was nice. Possibly the nicest here. Such a step up from Rachel when I was younger.. Where is that bitch now? "I do not Shannon." I said boldly. It was the truth. Why would I have visitors? It's absurd. "Yes you do, Elijah. Miss, will you tell him?" Shannon asked whoever was with her politely. "Daddy?" A familiar small voice chirped. I turned my head around to see Julia standing awkwardly by Shannon. "Jules?" I whispered. Tears formed in Julia's eyes, a small smile on her face. Before I knew it Julia had her arms around me, in a tight hug. "I missed you Daddy." Julia whispered, I could feel her tears down my neck. "I missed you too, sweetheart." I whispered, holding her. Julia sat comfortably on my lap, her head dug into my shoulder. We both sat there for what seemed like hours, I rocked her back and forth. A habit of mine. Julia pulled away from our embrace and sat cross legged in front of me, wiping the tears away. "Who'd you come with?" I asked, I knew that.. Her mother wouldn't allow her to come here. If her mother never rarely visited me when I was younger, I highly doubt she'd let our seventeen year old. "Adam and Yvonne. Their in the waiting room." Julia said. "Oh." I said. We sat in silence. "Your not mad at me are you?" I whispered, looking up at my daughter through my bangs. Julia shrugged. "Mom told us all the story. Of you and what you have. How you deal." Julia admitted. I swallowed. I should've known that. Who wouldn't. "Did your Mom tell you everything?" I asked, using emphases on everything. Julia nodded. "Yeah. She even told me how you named me after your dead ex girlfriend." Julia said, her voice a bit harsh. I looked away, glancing at my rough hands. "Sorry Jules. I didn't want you to feel-" "Feel as if I'm just a person used so you could think of your dead ex girlfriend?" Julia interrupted. I nodded. "Your name-It's special. More special than Willow's or Bentley's." I explained. Julia rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Willow's named after a tree and Bentley's named after a car. Here I am named after a dead ex girlfriend." Julia scoffed. "Your name's not just special because of my Julia. It's special because it's your name. It's who you are. Could you imagine yourself as a.. Ava? Or a Isabelle?" I questioned. Julia pondered for a moment and shook her head. "No.. I see myself as Julia Anne Goldsworthy." Julia said proudly. I smiled. Somewhat. "What was your Julia like?" Julia asked, her emerald eyes wonderful. "Julia was amazing, Jules. She had this long black hair, big green eyes. Such a pale complexion, as much as she hated it. I loved it. She always wore a smile on her face-or a smirk. She was sarcastic.. Very witty." I explained, my mind going down memory lane. Julia giggled. "Sounds like me and you combined." Julia observed. "Very much. I guess she was a big influence on how I act, how you act." I said. There was more silence after my last sentence. "Do you still love Mom?" Julia whispered, looking at me with big emerald eyes. Wishing for the right answer. I opened my mouth to answer her when Shannon opened the door. "Sorry. It's dinnertime. You'll have to leave." Shannon said with a small smile. Julia stood up, as did I. "I'll give you two time." Shannon said as she closed the door. I looked at Julia, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "I love you Daddy." Julia whispered. "Will you come here again?" I asked, my voice high for anticipation for my daughter arriving here again. Julia shrugged and pulled away. "Depends if Adam can sneak me out again." Julia snickered. I smiled. "I love you too Jules." I responded. Julia smirked before walking out. I sighed, finally answering her question. "Of course I love her."
AWEE! I'm crying! So much more sadness coming up! Although this is off topic, in my English class, my teacher had us in the middle of the classroom. Standing. Each side was agree and disagree. Since we're about to read Romeo and Juliet, he'll read us themes from the book, if we agree we stand on agree side and the same for disagree. One of the questions were "Is Love Blind?" I stood on agree, after that he ranted on about how love IS blind by looks. I began to think of story (odd) and thought is Eli and Clare's love is blind. There was the way each of them think of each other as beautiful, but do they find each other's personalities beautiful? Does Clare think Eli's ravaged mind is beautiful? What do you think? && Don't forget too..
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