Held Captive
Ellie has a passion Craig has a band Spinner has a secret, how will it all end?
Contains; Romance, Discussions about cutting
Pairings; Ellie?, Ashley Craig, Marco Dylan
Chapter Seven; Air From My Lungs
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"Mr. Mason, sorry to interrupt, but there is someone here for Ellie, someone who wants to talk to her in private," The doctor walks in. Spinner and I both seem confused. Who would want to talk to me? Who else knows? Spinner nods and looks at me his eyes asking 'who?' I don't answer. He just walks out. His eyes meet someone else's. He politely smiles. Who could it be? The doctor turns to the mysterious visitor. "Visiting hours will be over not too long from now," he says. Then he nods and walks away. I watch the door. Then, the mystery is out. She walks in. Look decent as ever. My mom. She looks like a real mom one that doesn't get drunk. She doesn't look like she has picked up a bottle before. She probably hasn't since yesterday, that is. She smiles at me. The door closes behind her.
"Mom?" I say kind of angrily. When she looks back at me her lips purse and her eyes look sharp. She walks swiftly over to me.
"What have you done?" she says quickly. I knew she wouldn't care. Before I can speak she looks down at my arm. "This is horrid!" she grips my arm hard and picks it up. I cry out in pain and pull it back. "This is not a way to solve problems, Eleanor!" she says quietly. I look at my arm.
"Solve problems? Sorry mom if I don't drink to solve mine," I harshly say. It's the truth. She wouldn't hit me here, or yell at me.
"You wouldn't know anything about my problems. This isn't a time to bring up stupid things," she says.
"Really, because I think it's a perfect time!" I start to raise my voice. "This isn't a minor thing, mom," I say more quietly. I arise.
"I'm having trouble with my drinking, I admit. But this, this is a disgrace! What will people say about me? Our family?" she asks. I feel like the outcast to my family. Like I'm the problem. I'm the thing people love to hate. I feel like hitting her. I want her to know what it feels like to be unwanted and hated.
"I'm tired of being the one thing you take everything out on. I'm a person too mom!" I say starting to yell. Really yelling. "We don't have a family, mom! We don't have friends we don't have anyone! You chased them away! The only person who has really ever been there was me! If I weren't there, you wouldn't survive! You know it's true!" I scream. She looks furious and disgusted with me. I hear shoes coming towards the door.
"You'll regret this, Eleanor," and with that, she walks out. Those few words from my own mother send me into uncontrollable tears. I lye with my back turned to the door and letting the pillow muffles my cries. I know Dr. Rios must be awfully confused. He runs to my aid.
"Ellie, where is your mother going?" he asks. I wipe my tears on my pillow and remove my face from it to breathe. I stay still and I know my face is fierce.
"She's not my mother."
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I stay in the hospital over night. They kept me on suicide watch. Doctors came in every other hour making sure I wasn't in reaching distance of any object. I slept most of the time. Then the morning came. I awoke by myself, which is a first. I lye there for a second. Then, to the side of me, I hear a sound. My head turns. There in a chair beside me is a woman who is writing out something on a clipboard.
"Who are you?" I ask. She looks up almost astonished at my face. I ignore her look. She places the clipboard on the floor and smiles.
"Hi, um, I'm Ms. Coleman, I have been told that you're Ms. Eleanor Nash. Am I correct?" she asks finding it hard to remember my name.
"Ellie," I say. She puts her hand to her ear.
"Pardon?" she says. I roll my eyes.
"Ellie. My name is Ellie Nash," I say to her. She then nods.
"All right, Ellie," she says slowly. She stands up. "I was told that you have been hurting yourself and that you were found in a bathroom stall," she says squinting her eyes. I sit up; it's a lot easier this morning. I just watch her eyes. "I'm here to help you, Ellie," she says sweetly. I shake my head.
"Help me? This isn't happening," I say lying back down.
"Ellie, I know this must be hard for you. I think I can help, well not me exactly but-"
"I have a counselor at school I don't need another one. When I return to school, I'll make sure to see her," I say annoyed. It's quiet for a second.
"I'm sorry, Ellie, but you won't be going to school for a while," she says squinting her eyes again. I look at her confused.
"What do you mean?" I ask almost frightened of the answer.
"Your mother and I talked, we both think it's the best decision to send you to a place where you will see a more advanced counselor and we can make sure you won't do this to yourself again," she says calmly.
"No, no. I'm fine really! I've learned my lesson, I swear!" I shout.
"Sh, Ellie, Ellie, please," she says signaling to calm down. "This will help you," she finally says.
"No, I won't go. I'm not going to some Mental Hospital," I finalize the conversation. She sighs.
"You'll be escorted to the hospital in less than an hour, I'll let the doctors know you need your clothes," she starts to walk out. I start to scream.
"I won't go! You can't make me!" I scream. She shuts the door behind her. I rip off the bandages revealing my stitches. It's red and risen. I make myself get out of bed. My feet finally touch the ground. I retie my hospital gown and start out the door. No one notices. I continue to walk down the halls. Then I hear a voice.
"Excuse me! Miss! Miss, where are you going?" she calls. I mumble.
"Not to that damn crazy house," I continue walking. Suddenly, Dr. Rios appears in front of me. He grabs onto my shoulders.
"Eleanor, you shouldn't be out here," he whispers calmly to me. I start to cry.
"Please don't make me go with her," I sob. "Don't make me go there," I say. I let my head hang. He leads me back into the hospital room. He closes the door behind me and I look up at him. Show some sympathy.
"Just three days, Ellie. I want you to go for at least three days," he says. I bite my lip.
"Let me go home," I sob. He shakes it head.
"3 days. That's all. Then you will be free," he explains to me. "I want to make sure you're fine," he nods.
"But I am, I am. Look at me," I cry.
"Yeah, look at you," he says referring to my crying. "Lets just see how it goes," he walks out of the room. I turn around to the clothes on the bed. New ones mom must have brought. The others must have had bloodstains everywhere. I look at them and everything seems to squeeze the air from my lungs. I collapse on the floor and begin to cry loud and hard, hoping, someone will let me go.
Ellie has a passion Craig has a band Spinner has a secret, how will it all end?
Contains; Romance, Discussions about cutting
Pairings; Ellie?, Ashley Craig, Marco Dylan
Chapter Seven; Air From My Lungs
+ - + - +
"Mr. Mason, sorry to interrupt, but there is someone here for Ellie, someone who wants to talk to her in private," The doctor walks in. Spinner and I both seem confused. Who would want to talk to me? Who else knows? Spinner nods and looks at me his eyes asking 'who?' I don't answer. He just walks out. His eyes meet someone else's. He politely smiles. Who could it be? The doctor turns to the mysterious visitor. "Visiting hours will be over not too long from now," he says. Then he nods and walks away. I watch the door. Then, the mystery is out. She walks in. Look decent as ever. My mom. She looks like a real mom one that doesn't get drunk. She doesn't look like she has picked up a bottle before. She probably hasn't since yesterday, that is. She smiles at me. The door closes behind her.
"Mom?" I say kind of angrily. When she looks back at me her lips purse and her eyes look sharp. She walks swiftly over to me.
"What have you done?" she says quickly. I knew she wouldn't care. Before I can speak she looks down at my arm. "This is horrid!" she grips my arm hard and picks it up. I cry out in pain and pull it back. "This is not a way to solve problems, Eleanor!" she says quietly. I look at my arm.
"Solve problems? Sorry mom if I don't drink to solve mine," I harshly say. It's the truth. She wouldn't hit me here, or yell at me.
"You wouldn't know anything about my problems. This isn't a time to bring up stupid things," she says.
"Really, because I think it's a perfect time!" I start to raise my voice. "This isn't a minor thing, mom," I say more quietly. I arise.
"I'm having trouble with my drinking, I admit. But this, this is a disgrace! What will people say about me? Our family?" she asks. I feel like the outcast to my family. Like I'm the problem. I'm the thing people love to hate. I feel like hitting her. I want her to know what it feels like to be unwanted and hated.
"I'm tired of being the one thing you take everything out on. I'm a person too mom!" I say starting to yell. Really yelling. "We don't have a family, mom! We don't have friends we don't have anyone! You chased them away! The only person who has really ever been there was me! If I weren't there, you wouldn't survive! You know it's true!" I scream. She looks furious and disgusted with me. I hear shoes coming towards the door.
"You'll regret this, Eleanor," and with that, she walks out. Those few words from my own mother send me into uncontrollable tears. I lye with my back turned to the door and letting the pillow muffles my cries. I know Dr. Rios must be awfully confused. He runs to my aid.
"Ellie, where is your mother going?" he asks. I wipe my tears on my pillow and remove my face from it to breathe. I stay still and I know my face is fierce.
"She's not my mother."
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I stay in the hospital over night. They kept me on suicide watch. Doctors came in every other hour making sure I wasn't in reaching distance of any object. I slept most of the time. Then the morning came. I awoke by myself, which is a first. I lye there for a second. Then, to the side of me, I hear a sound. My head turns. There in a chair beside me is a woman who is writing out something on a clipboard.
"Who are you?" I ask. She looks up almost astonished at my face. I ignore her look. She places the clipboard on the floor and smiles.
"Hi, um, I'm Ms. Coleman, I have been told that you're Ms. Eleanor Nash. Am I correct?" she asks finding it hard to remember my name.
"Ellie," I say. She puts her hand to her ear.
"Pardon?" she says. I roll my eyes.
"Ellie. My name is Ellie Nash," I say to her. She then nods.
"All right, Ellie," she says slowly. She stands up. "I was told that you have been hurting yourself and that you were found in a bathroom stall," she says squinting her eyes. I sit up; it's a lot easier this morning. I just watch her eyes. "I'm here to help you, Ellie," she says sweetly. I shake my head.
"Help me? This isn't happening," I say lying back down.
"Ellie, I know this must be hard for you. I think I can help, well not me exactly but-"
"I have a counselor at school I don't need another one. When I return to school, I'll make sure to see her," I say annoyed. It's quiet for a second.
"I'm sorry, Ellie, but you won't be going to school for a while," she says squinting her eyes again. I look at her confused.
"What do you mean?" I ask almost frightened of the answer.
"Your mother and I talked, we both think it's the best decision to send you to a place where you will see a more advanced counselor and we can make sure you won't do this to yourself again," she says calmly.
"No, no. I'm fine really! I've learned my lesson, I swear!" I shout.
"Sh, Ellie, Ellie, please," she says signaling to calm down. "This will help you," she finally says.
"No, I won't go. I'm not going to some Mental Hospital," I finalize the conversation. She sighs.
"You'll be escorted to the hospital in less than an hour, I'll let the doctors know you need your clothes," she starts to walk out. I start to scream.
"I won't go! You can't make me!" I scream. She shuts the door behind her. I rip off the bandages revealing my stitches. It's red and risen. I make myself get out of bed. My feet finally touch the ground. I retie my hospital gown and start out the door. No one notices. I continue to walk down the halls. Then I hear a voice.
"Excuse me! Miss! Miss, where are you going?" she calls. I mumble.
"Not to that damn crazy house," I continue walking. Suddenly, Dr. Rios appears in front of me. He grabs onto my shoulders.
"Eleanor, you shouldn't be out here," he whispers calmly to me. I start to cry.
"Please don't make me go with her," I sob. "Don't make me go there," I say. I let my head hang. He leads me back into the hospital room. He closes the door behind me and I look up at him. Show some sympathy.
"Just three days, Ellie. I want you to go for at least three days," he says. I bite my lip.
"Let me go home," I sob. He shakes it head.
"3 days. That's all. Then you will be free," he explains to me. "I want to make sure you're fine," he nods.
"But I am, I am. Look at me," I cry.
"Yeah, look at you," he says referring to my crying. "Lets just see how it goes," he walks out of the room. I turn around to the clothes on the bed. New ones mom must have brought. The others must have had bloodstains everywhere. I look at them and everything seems to squeeze the air from my lungs. I collapse on the floor and begin to cry loud and hard, hoping, someone will let me go.