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 Eight; Get Better For Me
Dear Diary,
Okay, they want me to keep a diary but they say they won't read it. Okay, right. So, it's day one in this hellhole. No one in here will understand me. I'm me. I'm in this room. Locked up like some rat. The person who stays next door is really . . . creepy. In the middle of the night, she'll start knocking on my wall and screaming. What the hell? I'm not that crazy now! Tomorrow I have to talk with this girl, Jacqueline I think her name is. She used to be a cutter, they say. Almost died, like me. They think this will help. Doesn't anyone get it? They can't help me! I'm the only one capable of my own actions, okay? Of course I have nothing to cut with. Why would I cut? So they can keep me in her longer? I'm not stupid. Mom hasn't called or visited. Which I don't even know if you can do those things here. I know she won't. Something inside of me is saying she wants me here. I'll have to face her sometime.
I close the diary and slip it under my pillow. I sit on the edge of the white bed. This isn't me. Suddenly, the door opens. In comes a woman. With long red hair and thick black rimmed glasses.
"Hello," she politely says. "You must be Ellie," she says half- asking.
"Someone got my name right," I say. She chuckles.
"I'm Darlene," she says. "But you can call me Darla, all my friends do," she smiles. I nod.
"So does someone need to see me or something?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"No, not really," she sits on the bed next to me. "I hear the stories," she finally said. My eyebrows slant.
"Stories?"
"About how you ended up in the hospital, that must have been a rough time for you"
"Rough? Please, rough isn't the word"
"That bad, huh?"
"This place is horrid, how could you stand being here?"
"Working here isn't so bad. I get to help people"
"Help. I've been hearing the word a lot lately"
"I believe you. Most people do want to help, you just got to let them in"
"No thanks"
"Tell me, why do you cut?"
"That's not a topic I really want to get into"
"Oh. Well, is something wrong at home?"
"Home? I don't have a home. I have hell"
"Someone must care for you"
"Yeah, okay"
"Ellie, you seem like a really nice person. But I see you need work on your social skills"
"And I see you like to butt into people's lives quickly, huh?"
"I'm just curious"
"About what? Knowing what the life is like of a girl who slits her wrists?"
"There must be some explanation for it"
"Yeah, the razor was right there"
"Ellie-"
"Go"
"No, wait. I'm sorry"
"Go," she arises from my bed and takes one last glance at me before opening the door and closing it behind her.
"Phone call," Darlene says cracking open the door. She doesn't dare to step in. I walk over to her.
"Phone call? I can get phone calls?" I ask. She nods.
"You're not in the no-phone-calls state," she jokes as if nothing had happened yesterday. I bite my lip.
"Sorry," I start, "about yesterday," she nods.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't get into people's worlds like that. I'm a very curious person," she admits. I nod. I follow her out of the room and down the halls. It seems to take forever before we enter another room. The room is dim and cold. We walk over to a brown desk with scattered papers that are lit by a silver metal lamp above it. There is a phone the sits on the desk. She points to the phone. "Just pick it up and press four," she says. I nod. She nods back and starts out of the room. "I'll just be outside," she says. Once she leaves I sit down in a brown on-wheels chair. I reach over and pick up the phone. What if it's mom? I breathe. I put it to my ear and press four.
"Hello," I say quietly. The other end shuffles.
"Ellie! Ellie, it's me," the voice is very familiar. Spinner.
"Hey," I say with a slight smile.
"I heard you were in . . . that . . . place," he says. I bite my lip.
"Just until tomorrow, then I'll be out. I'll have to catch a bus to get home," I say. "Moms car broke down I guess. At least that's what I'm told," I say. He sighs.
"Ellie, I'll be there tomorrow to pick you up, okay?" he says. I smile.
"Yeah, thank you. Really," I say in gratitude.
"So, how are you?"
"Pretty good. I really hate it here. It's almost the lunch hour, which I hate, too"
"Meet anyone you like?"
"In a mental hospital? Uh . . . no"
"Ellie," he pauses. "I really want you to get better. I want you to be happy," he adds on. I smile wider. In the worst situations, I seem to smile. I hear the door start to open. My smile fades. "And I really want you to be with m-"
"Ellie, um, lunch hour, time to get off," Darlene tells me. I nod not hearing what Spinner was about to say. I hold up my index finger.
"Sorry, didn't get that last part, what did you say?" I ask. I can hear a gasp but then he sighs.
"Nothing, just – just, get better, o-okay?" he tells me. I nod.
"I have to go, Spin. See you tomorrow," I hang up. I really hope I do get better and I really hope for relief when Spinner comes tomorrow.
A/N: This was also called 'Discussions Created' also; I got a question from someone (sorry I forgot your name). None of the doctors knew Ellie's mom was in that situation. The fight wasn't really that bad so they ignored it, I mean, it probably is common for the mom to flip out! The doctor only heard what she said when he opened the door which wasn't much. So there's the answer. Thanks for getting into it though lol. It's great that you like it!
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 Eight; Get Better For Me
Dear Diary,
Okay, they want me to keep a diary but they say they won't read it. Okay, right. So, it's day one in this hellhole. No one in here will understand me. I'm me. I'm in this room. Locked up like some rat. The person who stays next door is really . . . creepy. In the middle of the night, she'll start knocking on my wall and screaming. What the hell? I'm not that crazy now! Tomorrow I have to talk with this girl, Jacqueline I think her name is. She used to be a cutter, they say. Almost died, like me. They think this will help. Doesn't anyone get it? They can't help me! I'm the only one capable of my own actions, okay? Of course I have nothing to cut with. Why would I cut? So they can keep me in her longer? I'm not stupid. Mom hasn't called or visited. Which I don't even know if you can do those things here. I know she won't. Something inside of me is saying she wants me here. I'll have to face her sometime.
I close the diary and slip it under my pillow. I sit on the edge of the white bed. This isn't me. Suddenly, the door opens. In comes a woman. With long red hair and thick black rimmed glasses.
"Hello," she politely says. "You must be Ellie," she says half- asking.
"Someone got my name right," I say. She chuckles.
"I'm Darlene," she says. "But you can call me Darla, all my friends do," she smiles. I nod.
"So does someone need to see me or something?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"No, not really," she sits on the bed next to me. "I hear the stories," she finally said. My eyebrows slant.
"Stories?"
"About how you ended up in the hospital, that must have been a rough time for you"
"Rough? Please, rough isn't the word"
"That bad, huh?"
"This place is horrid, how could you stand being here?"
"Working here isn't so bad. I get to help people"
"Help. I've been hearing the word a lot lately"
"I believe you. Most people do want to help, you just got to let them in"
"No thanks"
"Tell me, why do you cut?"
"That's not a topic I really want to get into"
"Oh. Well, is something wrong at home?"
"Home? I don't have a home. I have hell"
"Someone must care for you"
"Yeah, okay"
"Ellie, you seem like a really nice person. But I see you need work on your social skills"
"And I see you like to butt into people's lives quickly, huh?"
"I'm just curious"
"About what? Knowing what the life is like of a girl who slits her wrists?"
"There must be some explanation for it"
"Yeah, the razor was right there"
"Ellie-"
"Go"
"No, wait. I'm sorry"
"Go," she arises from my bed and takes one last glance at me before opening the door and closing it behind her.
"Phone call," Darlene says cracking open the door. She doesn't dare to step in. I walk over to her.
"Phone call? I can get phone calls?" I ask. She nods.
"You're not in the no-phone-calls state," she jokes as if nothing had happened yesterday. I bite my lip.
"Sorry," I start, "about yesterday," she nods.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't get into people's worlds like that. I'm a very curious person," she admits. I nod. I follow her out of the room and down the halls. It seems to take forever before we enter another room. The room is dim and cold. We walk over to a brown desk with scattered papers that are lit by a silver metal lamp above it. There is a phone the sits on the desk. She points to the phone. "Just pick it up and press four," she says. I nod. She nods back and starts out of the room. "I'll just be outside," she says. Once she leaves I sit down in a brown on-wheels chair. I reach over and pick up the phone. What if it's mom? I breathe. I put it to my ear and press four.
"Hello," I say quietly. The other end shuffles.
"Ellie! Ellie, it's me," the voice is very familiar. Spinner.
"Hey," I say with a slight smile.
"I heard you were in . . . that . . . place," he says. I bite my lip.
"Just until tomorrow, then I'll be out. I'll have to catch a bus to get home," I say. "Moms car broke down I guess. At least that's what I'm told," I say. He sighs.
"Ellie, I'll be there tomorrow to pick you up, okay?" he says. I smile.
"Yeah, thank you. Really," I say in gratitude.
"So, how are you?"
"Pretty good. I really hate it here. It's almost the lunch hour, which I hate, too"
"Meet anyone you like?"
"In a mental hospital? Uh . . . no"
"Ellie," he pauses. "I really want you to get better. I want you to be happy," he adds on. I smile wider. In the worst situations, I seem to smile. I hear the door start to open. My smile fades. "And I really want you to be with m-"
"Ellie, um, lunch hour, time to get off," Darlene tells me. I nod not hearing what Spinner was about to say. I hold up my index finger.
"Sorry, didn't get that last part, what did you say?" I ask. I can hear a gasp but then he sighs.
"Nothing, just – just, get better, o-okay?" he tells me. I nod.
"I have to go, Spin. See you tomorrow," I hang up. I really hope I do get better and I really hope for relief when Spinner comes tomorrow.
A/N: This was also called 'Discussions Created' also; I got a question from someone (sorry I forgot your name). None of the doctors knew Ellie's mom was in that situation. The fight wasn't really that bad so they ignored it, I mean, it probably is common for the mom to flip out! The doctor only heard what she said when he opened the door which wasn't much. So there's the answer. Thanks for getting into it though lol. It's great that you like it!