When I first came to this place, I was greeted with a serious looking man holding a clipboard. Whoop-dee-doo, what a welcome committee. But instead of making small talk, he went straight to the questions.
I wasn't going to just go along like a puppy.I tugged at my leash until the man smiled, so forced that it looked like a grimace.
"Come on now. Don't be difficult."
So I told him all of my information as if I was registering for a new program. Which I technically was.
But only until they realized that this was all just a big misunderstanding.
I had gone to visit Chloe's hospital room every day. I stayed by her side for the first 48 hours, but then her parents arrived, and they kicked me out because I wasn't family.
When her parents arrived, when the detective arrived, I explained the games to them. Like my favorite one, stiff as a board, light as a feather.
In stiff as a board, light as a feather, a group of people slide their fingers under one person who's lying down in the chant stiff as a board, light as a feather until the person in the middle rises up.
Its really not a satanic ritual, although thats what it seemed to sound like to chloe's mom. You just lift the person in the middle up and put them back down. Then I had to explain the other 2 games, never have i ever and truth or dare.
Then, I got taken here. I didnt put up a fight. Chloe's parents were in shock. They needed someone to blame for why their daughter fell out of a 2 story high window. And Chloe is my best friend. Im fine with playing scapegoat until this gets sorted out.
I've never been good at measuring, but I know that this room was 8 by 7 feet. Nope, I didnt whip out a tape measure, I counted my steps. I dont know if my feet are even near 12 inches, but I'm dont care. I live my own life.
I should have probably counted the days, but every day here is the same, so whats the point? But I do look around at my room and familiarize myself with it. The second bed shoved up against the other wall, parallel to mine and the exact same. There is a tiny window, and its a little closer to my bed, spilling little beams of moonlight onto my bed as i sleep.
The walls are made of these weird looking brick things, and for some reason they are painted pea-green. Yuck. Walls arent supposed to be green. But atleast theyre not white and sterile and blank and empty.
Exactly what i dont want to be.
Empty.